_Lewis._ I should have gone in search of you. _Counsellor_ [going]. Let us rather go to your house. _Lewis._ As we are now here-- _Counsellor._ But it is very unpleasant to me.--The people will trouble me with their complaints and lamentations--Besides, I am in haste--my father waits for me. _Lewis._ Only a few words. You have instituted a suit against Drave in my name. _Counsellor._ Certainly. _Lewis._ Very well: as soon as I am of age, I shall restore Drave every thing. _Counsellor._ God forbid! _Lewis._ He may then pay by degrees: but--we parted so abruptly to day--why have you secured my brother? _Counsellor._ He wished to have you declared a prodigal--protested against your marriage--and, as your father refused, to listen to him, flew into a passion with him, and vehemently threatened you. _Lewis._ But why lock the door? _Counsellor._ Does not my father know your passionate temper?--He did it to avoid mischief. _Lewis._ And why refuse me that pocket-book? _Counsellor._ Aye, the pocket-book--yes--it was forgotten in this confusion: you shall have it--it contains the materials on which the whole project was founded--attestations of your prodigality, of trifling errors artfully perverted into flagrant vices, and such things---- _Lewis._ Well, well, let me see them, I will have these proofs of his hypocrisy printed--come, come---- _Counsellor_ [at a loss]. Yes--but my father will perhaps be gone out---- _Lewis._ How? you told me before, he waited for you. _Counsellor._ Besides--they are only copies--the originals---- _Lewis._ No doubt you have those also, as you opened his bureau; shew me those papers. _Counsellor._ Don't be so impatient: the originals--they are not amongst them. _Lewis._ No? _Counsellor._ No! _Lewis_ [coldly]. Let me see; shew me the papers. _Counsellor._ Why will you see them particularly _now_? _Lewis_ [earnestly]. Be so good. _Counsellor._ Who can look over them now? all incoherent pieces--thoughts--tracts--odes on despotism--addresses to liberty. It is not worth while. _Lewis_ [crossing his arms]. It is a very strange refusal. _Counsellor_ [offended]. Have I deserved such mistrust? _Lewis._ Your question would inspire it. _Counsellor._ Well, well. [Unlocks a pocket-book; and, as he takes out the papers, slips a small packet into his pocket]. Here--there--and there--that is all--now look at them. _Lewis_ [looking at the papers]. Yes, yes, all trifles, it is true--poetical dreams--philosophical nonsense--you may take them. _Counsellor._ Your behaviour, I must say, offends me much, and I beg to be spared in future---- _Lewis._ Why, every body would call me a villain, if I proceeded to act against my own brother without full conviction--therefore [with great earnestness] give me that other packet. _Counsellor_ [thunderstruck]. What--which--what packet? _Lewis._ That which you took from the rest, and put into your pocket. _Counsellor._ But--why? _Lewis._ Out with it!