Bea. By-and-bye will, perhaps, be too late; I must speak with you immediately, (beckoning him again.)
Sea. (impatiently.) I cannot speak with you just now, Beaumont, and I will not.
Bea. No, no! you will. If there be any love of God or any love of man in your heart, you will speak with me.
Sea. (softened.) Well then, (goes to Beaumont, who whispers in his ear and endeavours to draw him away.) No, I won't go with you, Beaumont, to be retarded and cross'd with your fears and suspicions: Speak out boldly, and Mr. Plausible will answer for himself. (smiling to Plau.) I believe we must explain our plan to this good friend of mine, for he thinks you are going to ruin me, and he is miserably afraid of projectors; ha, ha, ha!
Plau. (smiling placidly.) I esteem him for the interest he takes in his friend, and I don't condemn his suspicions: there are so many absurd schemes in the world, that it is prudent to be distrustful; but I will shew him the firm ground on which we rest, and he will be satisfied. Do me the honour, my dear Sir, to sit down by me, and I'll explain it to you.(to Beau.)
Bea. Pray don't take that trouble, Mr. Plausible: I have no information for enabling me to judge of it: my mind has been little exercised in regard to the money affairs of the world. But
