Sandy (with feeling). No, no, Jack, no! (Suddenly with great
strength and determination, breaks from him, and throws decanter
from window.) No, NEVER!

Old Morton (struggling drunkenly to his feet). Eh--who sh'd never?
(OAKHURST shoves SANDY in room L., and follows him, closing door.)
Eh, Aleck? (Groping.) Eh, where'sh light? All gone. (Lapses on
sofa again, after an ineffectual struggle to get up, and then
resumes his old attitude.)

(Change scene quickly.)


SCENE 3.--Ante-room in MR. MORTON'S villa. Front scene. Enter DON
JOSE CASTRO and CONCHO, preceded by SERVANT, L.

Servant. This way, gentlemen.

Don Jose. Carry this card to Alexander Morton, sen.

Servant. Beg pardon, sir, but there's only one name here, sir
(looking at CONCHO).

Don Jose (proudly). That is my servant, sir. [Exit SERVANT.

Don Jose (aside). I don't half like this business. But my money
locked up in his bank, and my daughter's hand bound to his son,
demand it. (Aloud.) This is no child's play, Concho, you
understand.