Hol. Let us finish the scene.
Con. “You say you are my father.”
Hol. “You doubt it! Happily I can invoke remembrances that will give confidence to your heart.”—(To FLETCHER.) Here is another passage which must be altered.—“Do you not recall your days of childhood? A cottage surrounded with large trees—the high road passing before the door——
Con. “Yes—yes!
Hol. “On this road, in the distance, a man who, waving his handkerchief, shouted, ‘I am here.’
Con. “I remember well.
Hol. “He crossed the threshold—pressed you in his arms, and, kissing you again and again, he danced for joy. Can you still doubt?
Con. “My father!”
Fle. That’s not it, Belmour; not it at all—you never give sufficient force to that word.