_Stu._ Why, this was madness.

_Bates._ The madness of despair.

_Stu._ We must confine him then. A prison would do well. (_A
knocking at the door._) Hark! that knocking may be his. Go that way
down. (_Exit Bates._) Who's there?


SCENE IV.

_Enter LEWSON._

_Lew._ An enemy. An open and avowed one.

_Stu._ Why am I thus broke in upon? This house is mine, Sir; and
should protect me from insult and ill-manners.

_Lew._ Guilt has no place of sanctuary; wherever found, 'tis
virtue's lawful game. The fox's hold, and tyger's den, are no
security against the hunter.

_Stu._ Your business, Sir?

_Lew._ To tell you that I know you--Why this confusion? That look of
guilt and terror? Is Beverley awake? Or has his wife told tales? The
man that dares like You, should have a soul to justify his deeds,
and courage to confront accusers. Not with a coward's fear to shrink
beneath reproof.