Andrew. But we don't bear malice, and he is so unhappy! We have forgotten all he did to annoy us. Please, ma'am, to keep him.
Edward. No, Andrew; you have taught me what is my duty. I belong to my father and mother, and I am ashamed that in my misery I forgot it. The poorer they are, the less I ought to leave them. Good-by, all my friends: love and protect Mrs. Langdon and my brother, and forget my many faults if you can. Good-by, Edward. Come, mother, let us go.
Mrs. L. (weeping). Mr. Sherwood!
Mr. S. Yes, it is enough. Embrace your son! he has proved himself worthy of you!
Mrs. L. (throwing her arms around him). My son, my darling!
Edward (amazed). You, my mother! You!!
Mrs. L. Yes, my son. This was only a plot to try you. Your heart has proved good and noble! and I am the happiest of mothers.
Morris (rushing to Mary's arms). And I—am I your son still?
Mary (kissing him). Yes, my boy; my own boy!
Morris. Oh, be joyful! how happy I am!