_Sir Philip._ [_Rises and throws away the book._] Admit him instantly,
and leave me.-- [_Exit_ SERVANT.
_Enter_ EVERGREEN, _who bows, then looking at_ SIR PHILIP, _clasps his
hands together, and weeps._
Does this desolation affect the old man?--Come near me--Time has laid a
lenient hand on thee.
_Everg._ Oh, my dear master! can twenty years have wrought the change I
see?
_Sir Philip._ No; [_Striking his breast._] 'tis the canker here that
hath withered up my trunk;--but are we secure from observation?
_Everg._ Yes.
_Sir Philip._ Then tell me, does the boy live?
_Everg._ He does, and is as fine a youth--
_Sir Philip._ No comments.
_Everg._ We named him--
_Sir Philip._ Be dumb! let me not hear his name. Has care been taken he
may not blast me with his presence?
_Everg._ It has, and he cheerfully complied.
_Sir Philip._ Enough! never speak of him more. Have you removed every
dreadful vestige from the fatal chamber? [EVERGREEN _hesitates._]--O
speak!
_Everg._ My dear master! I confess my want of duty. Alas! I had not
courage to go there.
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