Scene IX Enter Bates
Bates. The news, I see, has reached you. But take comfort, madam. (To Charlotte) There’s one without, enquiring for you. Go to him, and lose no time.
Char. O misery! misery!
[Exit.
Mrs. Bev. Follow her, Jarvis. If it be true that Lewson’s dead, her grief may kill her.
Bates. Jarvis must stay here, madam: I have some questions for him.
Stu. Rather let him fly. His evidence may crush his master.
Bev. Why, ay; this looks like management.
Bates. He found you quarrelling with Lewson in the street last night.
[To Beverley.
Mrs. Bev. No; I am sure he did not.
Jar. Or if I did—
Mrs. Bev. ’Tis false, old man—They had no quarrel; there was no cause for quarrel.
Bev. Let him proceed, I say—O! I am sick! sick! Reach me a chair.
[He sits down.
Mrs. Bev. You droop, and tremble, love—Your eyes are fixt too—Yet You are innocent. If Lewson’s dead, You killed him not.