_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.