Miss Mary. Yes, found him. And today Alexander Morton, the
reclaimed prodigal, is part of the household I am invited to join.
So you see, Mr. Sandy, there is still hope. What has happened to
him is only a promise to you. Eh! Mr. Sandy--what is the matter?
Are you ill? Your exertion this morning, perhaps. Speak to me!
Gracious heavens, he is going mad! No! No! Yes--it cannot be--it
is--he HAS broken his promise: he is drunk again.

Sandy (rising, excited and confused). Excuse me, miss, I am a
little onsartain HERE (pointing to his head). I can't--I
disremember--what you said jus' now: ye mentioned the name o' that
prodigal that was found.

Miss Mary. Certainly: compose yourself,--my cousin's son,
Alexander Morton. Listen, Sandy, you promised ME, you know, you
said for MY sake you would not touch a drop. (Enter cautiously
toward schoolhouse the DUCHESS, stops on observing SANDY, and hides
behind rock.)

Sandy (still bewildered and incoherent). I reckon. Harkin, miss,
is that thar thing (pointing towards rock where DUCHESS is
concealed)--is that a tree, or--or--a woman? Is it sorter movin'
this way?

Miss Mary (laying her hand on SANDY'S). Recover your senses, for
Heaven's sake, Sandy,--for MY sake! It is only a tree.

Sandy (rising). Then, miss, I've broke my word with ye: I'm drunk.
P'r'aps I'd better be a-goin' (looking round confusedly) till I'm