Dora. Zoe, where have you been?
Mrs. P. We felt quite uneasy about you.
Zoe. I've been to the negro quarters. I suppose I shall go before long, and I wished to visit all the places, once again, to see the poor people.
Mrs. P. Zoe, dear, I'm glad to see you more calm this morning.
Dora. But how pale she looks, and she trembles so.
Zoe. Do I? [Enter George, C.] Ah! he is here.
Dora. George, here she is!
Zoe. I have come to say good-by, sir; two hard words—so hard, they might break many a heart; mightn't they?
George. O, Zoe! can you smile at this moment?
Zoe. You see how easily I have become reconciled to my fate—so it will be with you. You will not forget poor Zoe! but her image will pass away like a little cloud that obscured your happiness a while—you will love each other; you are both too good not to join your hearts. Brightness will return amongst you. Dora, I once made you weep; those were the only tears I caused any body. Will you forgive me?