_Mag._ Afterwards, afterwards. Besides, this is not a time to shut up any thing. [Drave walks up and down]. Where are the accounts of your guardianship? _Mr. D._ Down stairs. _Mag._ I must have a look there. Now, Sir, if you please! [Mag. and D. exeunt. Enter a Servant. _Serv._ [to Augusta]. I have done as you desired, Ma'am; he will come immediately. [Exit Serv. _Mrs. D._ Who, Augusta? _Augusta._ Dear mother, forgive me! I sent for the Counsellor. _Mrs. D._ How? the Counsellor? _Augusta._ I will try this once. But you must go; you shall not be witness of my humiliation. _Mrs. D._ But your father? _Augusta._ If I succeed, he will forgive me.--I hear somebody at the door: leave me now. _Mrs. D._ Take my best wishes, my dear girl. [Exit. Enter the COUNSELLOR. _Counsellor._ You have had the goodness to desire---- _Augusta_ [with dignity]. I requested your company. _Counsellor._ Notwithstanding your father's ill treatment of me this morning, I willingly forget it, as you desire my return. And now my fair sufferer, in what can I serve you? _Augusta._ You have often told me, that you were interested in my happiness, that you loved me.--I am now unhappy--prove the truth of your assertions, by acting as becomes you--Help us. _Counsellor._ With all my heart, if it were in my power; you may rely---- _Augusta._ Mr. Rose's misfortune bears hard upon my father. By moderation and indulgence, he may be saved; and it is for this purpose that I apply to you. _Counsellor_ [walking up and down in seeming agitation]. Yes, yes--good God!----but---- _Augusta._ He can pay, but not instantly--not now--by degrees only. _Counsellor._ My charming lady, I have no power in these things. _Augusta._ Yes, Sir! you have power to soften your father's heart. _Counsellor._ I am grieved indeed--truly sorry to refuse you any thing--I have so much esteem for you! _Augusta._ Be generous, Sir, I intreat you. _Counsellor._ You are such a lovely petitioner, that I could almost forgive adversity, as it unfolds so many charms in you: but indeed your father has offended all his friends--it is impossible. _Augusta._ In the name of humanity, be generous. _Counsellor._ Charming good lady! I cannot assist you--not now, afterwards perhaps---- _Augusta_ [in tears]. Unfeeling man! _Counsellor._ Dear young lady! be comforted--things may turn out better than you expect.--Indeed I am deeply afflicted: if I could assist you, you might depend upon me--forgive me, my dear Augusta! I must leave you now. I humbly thank you for your flattering attention. [Exit. _Mrs. D._ [entering hastily]. Merciful heaven! must it come to that? _Augusta._ Speak, mother; what is the matter? [Mr. D. enters, followed by Philip Brook]. Such an infamous fellow! I could bear no longer. _Mrs. D._ To strike a magistrate! Oh, what will be the consequence?