Everg. It has, and he cheerfully complied.
Sir Philip. Enough! never speak of him more. Have you removed every dreadful vestige from the fatal chamber? [Evergreen hesitates.]—O speak!
Everg. My dear master! I confess my want of duty. Alas! I had not courage to go there.
Sir Philip. Ah!
Everg. Nay, forgive me! wiser than I have felt such terrors.—The apartments have been carefully locked up; the keys not a moment from my possession:—here they are.
Sir Philip. Then the task remains with me. Dreadful thought! I can well pardon thy fears, old man.—O! could I wipe from my memory that hour, when—
Everg. Hush! your daughter.
Sir Philip. Leave me—we'll speak anon.
[Exit Evergreen.
Enter Miss Blandford.