Mrs. D. It is he!
Augusta. Who?
Lewis [hastily rising]. My uncle! my uncle! I am Brook; your nephew, your sister's son; the son of your dear Maria.
Old Man [turning from him]. He will betray me. Oh, speak to him not to put me into jail again.
Lewis. Cease, cease!
Old Man. Keep all my property; but for your dear mother's sake, do not let me be imprisoned again.
Mrs. D. He loves you, sincerely loves you.
Augusta. What a scene!
Old Man [goodnaturedly]. Will you not shut me up again then?—tell me—No, I am sure you will not.
Lewis. Brother of my revered mother in heaven, can you ask? Do not you feel it? It is the son of your good Maria who weeps before you.