Sandy. You have, Miss Mary, and I thank you.

Miss Mary. I might perhaps have expected that this revelation of
our kinship would have come from other lips than a stranger's; but--
no matter! I wish you joy, sir, of your heritage. (Going.) You
have found a home, sir, at last, for yourself and--and--your child.
Good-day, sir.

Sandy. Miss Mary!

Miss Mary. I must make ready to receive your father's guests. It
is his orders: I am only his poor relation. Good-by, sir. [Exit L.

Sandy (watching her). She is gone!--gone! No! She has dropped on
the sofa in the ante-room, and is crying. Crying! I promised Jack
I wouldn't speak until the time came. I'll go back. (Hesitating,
and looking toward L.) Poor girl! How she must hate me! I might
just say a word, one word to thank her for her kindness to Johnny,--
only one word, and then go away. I--I--can keep from liquor. I
swore I would to Jack, that night I saw the old man--drunk,--and I
have. But--I can't keep--from--her! No--damn it! (Going toward
L.) No!--I'll go! [Exit L.

Enter hurriedly and excitedly JOVITA, R., followed by MANUELA.

Jovita. Where is she? Where is HE?--the traitor!

Manuela (entreatingly). Compose yourself, Dona Jovita, for the
love of God! This is madness: believe me, there is some mistake.
It is some trick of an enemy,--of that ingrate, that coyote,