mistake me, offend me, my
heart will be still the same. We are brothers; they should never want
reconciliation.

_Lewis._ But why all this?

_Philip_ [with warmth]. If the moment should ever arrive when your
confidence in mankind shall be lost--if unexpected misfortunes, or
discordant interests, should cause those who now call themselves your
friends to desert you, at that moment remember me; entrust your cares
with confidence to my bosom! this heart, which you now reject, will
ever rejoice to receive you with the affection of a brother. [Exit.

_Lewis._ Excellent, upon my soul! There he goes, and leaves me like a
downright sinner. What have I done to him? was ever such insolence
heard of? Fine sentiments upon his lips, and malice in his heart. I
have borne with all these hypocrites, till I am tired; and now they
shall pay for all.

Enter LISETTE.

_Lisette._ What, are you here, Mr. Brook! I can hardly believe my eyes.

_Lewis._ Not trust those charming eyes?

_Lisette._ You're really here at last?

_Lewis._ And now I _am_ here?----

_Lisette._ I am glad you have not forgotten us. [Going.

_Lewis._ Why in such a hurry to run away?

_Lisette._ I am looking for Mr. Drave; he is wanted at Rose's Bank; Mr.
Rose himself called for him. Has not he been here?

_Lewis._ Yes, a few minutes ago.

_Lisette._ Then I will go after him.

_Lewis._ No, no; let the old fellows look for each other, while we are
happy at having met here.

_Lisette._ You have always some obliging turn ready, but you are never
in earnest.

(AUGUSTA enters).

_Lewis._ Not in earnest, my little charmer! [kisses her.]

_Lisette._ Mr. Brook! Mr. Brook! [she turns him towards Augusta, and
leaves the room, making a low curt'sy].

_Lewis._ So! my fair Augusta [kisses her hand].

_Augusta._ In truth, I seem to have made my appearance rather
mal-apropos.

_Lewis_ [smiling]. Only offerings at the entrance of the temple of
Love.

_Augusta._ It is long since we have seen you.

_Lewis._ Only five days; truly happy am I, if they have seemed long.

_Augusta._ I know your talent for compliments,

_Lewis._ Truth is not a compliment.

_Augusta._ Truth towards women is perhaps not your fault.

_Lewis._ How?

_Augusta._ In general not the most striking feature in the character of
your sex.

_Lewis._ A sad prejudice, indeed, against our sex! [ironically] but you
must except me.