Morris. Oh no, dear mother, he will never love you as I do! do not drive me from you! do not turn your face away! kiss me, mother, and tell me you will take me away with you. Oh, I see! I must believe it (wringing his hands with grief).
Mrs. L. Morris, you are ungrateful! Do you not see what a splendid change this is for you?
Morris. Please excuse me, ma'am; I honor and respect you; but my mother, who nursed me, and has taken care of me all these years, I love her. Edward is much handsomer, and far more genteel than I. Oh! keep him and let me go with my mother!—(clasps his hands and kneels, while large tears roll down his cheeks).
Mrs. L. I order you to come with me. I will have it!
Mr. S. Remember, she is your mother.
Morris (weeping bitterly). Oh, how miserable I am!
[They go out.
Edward (who now thinks himself Morris, remains).
Mary. Well, Morris; that's your name now, you know—what's the matter? are you sorry to have me for a mother? I shall have to sleep with one eye open, to keep you out of mischief; but if you are good and work hard, though I can't give you such fine clothes, I will love you as much as Mrs. Langdon did.
Edward (his lips quivering). Oh! she is no longer my mother!