Dr. E. That you were on the verge of ruin. But the crisis has passed, and now all is well.
Mr. G. But—Brown's note.
Dr. E. Brown has given you three months' time.
Mr. G. Strange—oh! but Eugene—
Dr. E. That note has been paid.
Mr. G. Paid! can it be? But how, who has done all this—you, doctor?
Dr. E. Not I, but one nearer and dearer, one more deserving of your thanks—your daughter. (Indicates Kate to him, who is leaning over his chair.)
Mr. G. What, my daughter! You, Kate, have done this?
Kate (coming around to his side, R.). Yes, dear father, my woman's wit has been equal to the occasion. I saw Brown myself. I had saved up a little money for the purpose of some day using in studying art, and with that I settled Eugene's debts. I have taken your place in the business as far as with my limited knowledge I could. So do not worry any more, dear father.
Mr. G. Ah! my daughter, how foolish, how blind I have been! But the scales have fallen from my eyes at last, and I thank God for the great gift of my daughter. (Embraces Kate.)