[Exit Dora and Scudder, L. U. E.
Zoe. They are gone!—[Glancing at George.] Poor fellow, he has lost all.
George. Poor child! how sad she looks now she has no resource.
Zoe. How shall I ask him to stay?
George. Zoe, will you remain here? I wish to speak to you.
Zoe. [Aside.] Well, that saves trouble.
George. By our ruin, you lose all.
Zoe. O, I'm nothing; think of yourself.
George. I can think of nothing but the image that remains face to face with me: so beautiful, so simple, so confiding, that I dare not express the feelings that have grown up so rapidly in my heart.
Zoe. [Aside.] He means Dora.