F. T. Madam, I can not help knowing what I do know; I must therefore inform you that your adopted daughter, in the dead of night—
Mrs. C. No, sir; it was in the day-time.
F. T. Do not interrupt me, madam. In the dead of night, your adopted daughter planned the robbery which deprived you of your wedding-ring.
Mrs. C. No earthly being could have told you this, for I never let my right hand know that I possessed it, lest some evil should happen to it.
F. T. Hear me, madam; you have come all this distance to consult the fates, and find your ring.
Mrs. C. You have guessed my intention exactly, sir.
F. T. Guessed'! madam'. I know this is your object; and I know, moreover, that your ungrateful daughter has incurred your displeasure, by receiving the addresses of a worthless man.
Mrs. C. Every word is gospel truth.
F. T. This man has persuaded your daughter—
Mrs. C. I knew he did, I told her so. But good sir, can you tell me who has the ring?