Eug. Oh! a prison! (Staggers to R., and falls into chair. Lizzie leans over him.)
Mr. G. Yes, a prison, and rot there. You have ruined me; do you hear, ruined me! What have I done that I should be the father of a son like this? A forger and a—(Staggers.) Ah, my head! how it burns! What was I saying? Mercy! I will have no mercy! Where is Kate? (Rings bell over desk furiously.) Yes, ruined! ruined!
(Enter Mrs. Grovenor and Alice, L. U. E.)
Alice (L. C.). Father, what is the matter?
Mrs. G. (L.). What can I do? Are you ill? Speak to me.
Mr. G. (raving). Yes, you have ruined me. (Enter Kate, L. U. E.) Who will pay these bills? I am ill, dying, dishonored; no one will straighten out my affairs. My son—no. I have no son. I—who will, who can help, save me? (Falls, C. Kate comes down L. C., kneels and puts her arms around him.)
Kate. Your daughter, father! (Slow music.)
Tableau.
Eugene in chair. Lizzie bending over him, R. Mr. Grovenor on floor. Kate kneeling beside him, C. Alice weeping, with arms around her mother, L.