I have kept my station there all the evening, on pretence of condoling with old Humphry, who is in grievous distress for his master; but I know not that I have picked up any thing particular.
BRUTON.
What has the lady been doing, Morgan?
ROBINAIR (eagerly).
Yes, what of her? Was she at home, or at the prison?
MORGAN.
She returned from the prison for an hour or two in the evening, and, after writing some letters, as they told me, or such-like business as that, returned to the prison again, where, she said to Humphry, she should stay till a late hour, desiring Robert to come with a chair for her.
