Gla. Sir, you are exceedingly obliging! [Exit.
Pauline. Oh
My father, you are saved,—and by my husband!
Ah, blessed hour!
Mel. Yet you weep still, Pauline.
Pauline. But on thy breast!—these tears are sweet and holy!
M. Deschap. You have won love and honor nobly, sir!
Take her;—be happy both!
Mme. Deschap. I’m all astonish’d!
Who, then, is Colonel Morier?
Damas. You behold him!
Mel. Morier no more after this happy day!
I would not bear again my father’s name
Till I could deem it spotless! The hour’s come!
Heaven smiled on conscience! As the soldier rose
From rank to rank, how sacred was the fame
That cancell’d crime, and raised him nearer thee!
Mme. Deschap. A Colonel and a hero! Well, that’s something!
He’s wondrously improved! I wish you joy, sir!
Mel. Ah! the same love that tempts us into sin,
If it be true love, works out its redemption;
And he who seeks repentance for the Past
Should woo the Angel Virtue in the Future.