Clara (pointing).
At the back. (Bailiffs go off.) Father, he’s innocent! He must be! He’s your son, and he’s my brother!
Anthony.
Innocent, when he’s murdered his mother? (Laughs).
Girl (with letter to Clara).
From Mr. Leonard. (Goes out.)
Anthony.
You don’t need to read it. He’s deserted you. (Claps his hands.) Bravo, you rascal!
Clara (after reading).
My God, he has!