Con. “Was he to whom I offered my daily vows, though to me he was unknown. ‘That man,’ said she, ‘is your father.’”
Hol. “I am he.
Con. “You?
Hol. “Yes—I—I!” my child! Yes, at last, my child. Yes, ’tis I—’tis I—
Con. Stay—that’s not it—you forget—there’s nothing of that kind in the manuscript.
Fle. No—
Hol. What is it, then?
Fle. (reading.) “My child—my child! Yes—I—your father! Not a minute during the twenty long years which have separated us, have I ceased to think of the day when I should be enabled to press you to my heart.”
Hol. I beg your pardon; I was mistaken. “Yes, your father! Not a minute during the twenty long years which——” What comes next?
Fle. “During the twenty long years which have separated us have I ceased to think——”