Oakhurst (slowly). It is!

Starbottle. One moment--a single moment: permit me to--er--er--
explain. The gentleman who has just--er--dismissed the refreshment
is, to the best of my legal knowledge, your son. The gentleman who
for the past year has so admirably filled the functions of that
office is--er--prepared to admit this. The proofs are--er--
conclusive. It is with the--er--intention of offering them, and--
er--returning your lawful heir, that we--er--are here to-night.

Old Morton (rising to his feet). And renounce you both! Out of my
house, out of my sight, out of my heart, forever! Go! liars,
swindlers, confederates! Drunk--

Oakhurst (retiring slowly with SANDY). We are going, sir!

Old Morton. Go! open the doors there WIDE, wide enough for such a
breadth of infamy! Do you hear me? I am master here!

Stands erect, as OAKHURST and SANDY, hand in hand, slowly retreat
backward to centre,--then suddenly utters a cry, and falls heavily
on sofa. Both pause: OAKHURST remains quiet and motionless; SANDY,
after a moment's hesitation, rushes forward, and falls at his feet.

Sandy. Father, forgive me!

Old Morton (putting his hand round SANDY'S neck, and motioning him
to door). Go! both of you, both of you! (Resisting SANDY'S
attempt to rise.) Did you hear me? Go!