Dora. Forgive you—[Kisses her.]
Zoe. I feel you do, George.
George. Zoe, you are pale. Zoe!—she faints!
Zoe. No; a weakness, that's all—a little water. [Dora gets water.] I have a restorative here—will you poor it in the glass? [Dora attempts to take it.] No; not you—George. [George pours contents of phial in glass.] Now, give it to me. George, dear George, do you love me?
George. Do you doubt it, Zoe?
Zoe. No! [Drinks.]
Dora. Zoe, if all I possess would buy your freedom, I would gladly give it.
Zoe. I am free! I had but one Master on earth, and he has given me my freedom!
Dora. Alas! but the deed that freed you was not lawful.
Zoe. Not lawful—no—but I am going to where there is no law—where there is only justice.