sober. (Going toward L.)

Miss Mary (seizing his hand). But you'll see me again, Sandy:
you'll come here--before--before--I go?

Sandy. Yes, miss,--before ye go. (Staggers stupidly toward L.
Aside.) Found him! found Alexander Morton! It's a third time,
Sandy, the third time: it means--it means--you're mad! (Laughs
wildly, and exit L.)

Miss Mary (springing to her feet). There is a mystery behind all
this, Mary Morris, that you--you--must discover. That man was NOT
drunk: he HAD NOT broken his promise to me. What does it all mean?
I have it. I will accept the offer of this Alexander Morton. I
will tell him the story of this helpless man, this poor, poor,
reckless Sandy. With the story of his own son before his eyes, he
cannot but interest himself in his fate. He is rich: he will aid
me in my search for Sandy's father, for Sandy's secret. At the
worst, I can only follow the advice of this wretched man,--an
advice so generous, so kind, so self-sacrificing. Ah--


SCENE 4.--The same. Enter the DUCHESS, showily and extravagantly
dressed. Her manner at first is a mixture of alternate shyness and
bravado.

The Duchess. I heerd tell that you was goin' down to 'Frisco to-
morrow, for your vacation; and I couldn't let ye go till I came to
thank ye for your kindness to my boy,--little Tommy.