trick for a man who glories in his sincerity!

_Mr. D._ Sir, I warn you----

_Lewis._ Who boasts of his plain dealing; yet, in spite of his honesty,
commits acts----

_Mr. D._ Young man, be silent!

_Lewis._ Acts that any body would be ashamed of. Sir, you may know I
have always seen through your mask. We have only two years more to be
concerned with each other. You may release yourself before, if you
please.--I thank you for all your cares.

_Mr. D._ Ungrateful miscreant!--Oh, my child, my poor child!

_Lewis._ So! you perhaps had other designs?

_Mr. D._ Yes, yes, I had. My child--I would have confided her to
you.--She loves you--Now go, relate your triumphs; defame her, and me
also.

_Lewis._ Indeed, Sir, I am grieved.

_Mr. D._ Say that I made offers; that I proposed the match, and was
refused.--Oh, my unhappy Augusta!--Go, leave my house--never let me see
you more!

_Lewis_ [hastily]. I assure you I have the highest esteem for Miss
Augusta.

_Mr. D._ My daughter is virtuous, and wants not the testimony of
a----, not yours.

_Lewis._ I protest.

_Mr. D._ I hate your protestations. Never mention her again; promise me
that solemnly.

_Lewis._ I give----

_Mr. D._ It is to no purpose; speak no more--but if you, in any
respect whatever, insult my daughter----you know me. [Wipes his
forehead--pause] We have done--adieu, Sir!

_Lewis_ [coldly]. And in respect to my marriage----

_Mr. D._ I will tell you in the afternoon.

_Lewis._ Very well. [Exit Lewis.

_Mr. D._ Is it come to this? Now I see my misfortune clearly [throws
himself into a chair]. Is this my reward! What must be done now?

Enter Mr. ROSE.

_Mr. R._ Forgive me, dear Drave, if I interrupt----

_Mr. D._ Do not take it amiss, Rose; but indeed you have come at a
wrong time----

_Mr. R._ 'Tis too true; I _have_ come at a wrong time; would to God
there had been no necessity! yet hear me.

_Mr. D._ I cannot; my heart is distracted--

_Mr. R._ For heaven's sake, hear an unfortunate man.

_Mr. D._ If your misfortune is greater than mine, I will hear you.

_Mr. R._ You knew me once as a rich, as a wealthy man.

_Mr. D._ Yes.

_Mr. R._ I am so no longer.

_Mr. D._ Impossible!

_Mr. R._ By a bankruptcy in Amsterdam, I am entirely ruined.

_Mr. D._ Can I assist, support you, dear Rose? I am at your service.

_Mr. R._ Merciful heaven! can you forget--

_Mr. D._ What?

_Mr. R._ Your ward's proper