_Char._ Useless I am sure it is, if through mistaken friendship, or other motives, you feed his passion with your purse, and sooth it by example. Physicians, to cure fevers, keep from the patient's thirsty lip the cup that would inflame him; You give it to his hands. (_A knocking._) Hark, Sir! These are my brother's desperate symptoms. Another creditor. _Stu._ One not so easily got rid of--What, Lewson! SCENE VI. _Enter LEWSON._ _Lew._ Madam, your servant. Yours, Sir. I was enquiring for you at your lodgings. _Stu._ This morning? You had business then? _Lew._ You'll call it by another name, perhaps. Where's Mr. Beverley, madam? _Char._ We have sent to enquire for him. _Lew._ Is he abroad then? He did not use to go out so early. _Char._ No; nor to stay out so late. _Lew._ Is that the case? I am sorry for it. But Mr. Stukely, perhaps, may direct you to him. _Stu._ I have already, Sir. But what was your business with Me? _Lew._ To congratulate you upon your late successes at play. Poor Beverley! But You are his friend; and there's a comfort in having successful friends. _Stu._ And what am I to understand by this? _Lew._ That Beverley's a poor man, with a rich friend; that's all. _Stu._ Your words would mean something, I suppose. Another time, Sir, I shall desire an explanation. _Lew._ And why not now? I am no dealer in long sentences. A minute or two will do for me. _Stu._ But not for Me, Sir. I am slow of apprehension, and must have time and privacy. A lady's presence engages my attention. Another morning I may be found at home. _Lew._ Another morning then, I'll wait upon you. _Stu._ I shall expect you, Sir. Madam, your servant. [_Exit._ _Char._ What mean you by this? _Lew._ To hint to him that I know him. _Char._ How know him? Mere doubt and supposition! _Lew._ I shall have proof soon. _Char._ And what then? Would you risk your life to be his punisher? _Lew._ My life, madam! Don't be afraid. And yet I am happy in your concern for me. But let it content you that I know this Stukely. 'Twould be as easy to make him honest as brave. _Char._ And what d'you intend to do? _Lew._ Nothing, till I have proof. Yet my suspicions are well-grounded. But methinks, madam, I am acting here without authority. Could I have leave to call Mr. Beverley brother, his concerns would be my own. Why will you make my services appear officious? _Char._ You know my reasons, and should not press me. But I am cold, you say: and cold I will be, while a poor sister's destitute. My heart bleeds for her! and till I see her sorrows moderated, love has no joys for me. _Lew._ Can I be less a friend by being a brother? I would not say an unkind thing; but the pillar of your house is shaken. Prop it with another, and it shall stand firm again. You must comply.