Sir Abel. Indeed! So he died—poor fellow!
Lady H. Yes.
Sir Abel. What, you are sure he died, are you?
Lady H. Don't you hear?
Sir Abel. Poor fellow! neglected perhaps—had I known it, he should have had the best advice money could have got.
Lady H. You seem sorry.
Sir Abel. Why, you would not have me pleased at the death of your husband, would you?—a good kind of man?
Everg. Yes; a faithful fellow—rather ruled his wife too severely.
Sir Abel. Did he! [Apart to Evergreen.] Pray do you happen to recollect his manner!—Could you just give a hint of the way he had?
Lady H. Do you want to tyrannize over my poor tender heart?—'Tis too much!