Enter Derric Van Slaus.[46]
Derric.
Should the present application fail, I am a ruined man; all my speculations will be frustrated, and my duplicity exposed; yes, the dissipation of my son must inevitably prove his ruin as well as mine. To supply his wants, the public money has been employed; and, if unable to replace it, heaven knows what may be the consequence. But my son is now placed with an able advocate in New York, and should he pursue the right path, there may be still hopes of his reformation.
Herman.
[Without.] My father, you say, is this way?
Derric.
What voice is that; my son? What can have recalled him thus suddenly? Some new misadventure.—Oh, my forboding thoughts!
Enter Herman.
Derric.
Herman, what brings you back? Are all my cautions thus lightly regarded, that they can take no hold upon your conduct?