Ellean.
You are angry with him; so was I. But to-morrow when he calls and expresses his regret—to-morrow——
Aubrey.
Ellean—Ellean!
Ellean.
Yes, papa?
Aubrey.
I—I can't let you see this man again. [He walks away from her in a paroxysm of distress, then, after a moment or two, he returns to her and takes her to his arms.] Ellean! my child!
Ellean.
[Releasing herself.] What has happened, papa? What is it?