ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE I.—Bevil, Jun.'s Lodgings.[133]
Bevil, Jun., with a letter in his hand; followed by Tom.
Tom. Upon my life, sir, I know nothing of the matter. I never opened my lips to Mr. Myrtle about anything of your honour's letter to Madam Lucinda.
Bev. What's the fool in such a fright for? I don't suppose you did. What I would know is, whether Mr. Myrtle shows any suspicion, or asked you any questions, to lead you to say casually that you had carried any such letter for me this morning.
Tom. Why, sir, if he did ask me any questions, how could I help it?
Bev. I don't say you could, oaf! I am not questioning you, but him. What did he say to you?
Tom. Why, sir, when I came to his chambers, to be dressed for the lawyer's part your honour was pleased to put me upon, he asked me if I had been at Mr. Sealand's this morning? So I told him, sir, I often went thither—because, sir, if I had not said that he might have thought there was something more in my going now than at another time.
Bev. Very well!—The fellow's caution, I find, has given him this jealousy. [Aside.]—Did he ask you no other questions?