_Stu._ No. Justice may stop the tale--and here's an evidence.


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.