MRS. T. James!
TRIP. How can heaven see an honest man and his family in such an out-of-the-way place as this.
MRS. T. Oh! what words are these?
TRIP. Have we given honesty a fair trial? yes or no (walking in great agitation)!
MRS. T. No, not till we die as we have lived.
TRIP. I suppose heaven is just, I can’t know it, till it sends me an angel to take my children’s part; they cry to me for bread, I have nothing to give them but hard words. God knows it has taken a great deal to break my heart, but it is broken at last, broken—broken—(he sobs with head on his hands on table).
[Enter Woffington speaking, L. D.]
WOFF. Wasn’t somebody inquiring after an angel? Here I am!
TRIP. Mrs. Woffington!
[Woff. seeing Triplet’s distress, retreats; but presently comes back.]