MISS FLYN But here comes one who, if I mistake not, will guide us out of all our difficulties.
Enter Marian and Davenport.
MARIAN (Kneeling.) My dear father!
FLINT
Do I dream?
MARIAN
I am your Marian.
JUSTICE
Wonders thicken!
FLINT
The casket—
MISS FLYN
Let me clear up the rest.
FLINT
The casket—
MISS FLYN Was inadvertently in your daughter's hand, when, by an artifice of her maid Lucy,—set on, as she confesses, by this gentleman here,—