May. Matt Winsor? impossible! he has told me he has no wife.
Simon. Then he’s a villain. I have told you all I know. The woman is dying. Let him know that, and if he denies her, then——
May. Why have you told me this?
Simon. Because he wronged my warm friend Marcus Graves. Drove him from this house. I want to see him treated as he treated Marcus.
May. Enough! you may go. (Simon turns, and goes up.) Stay. I may want to speak with you again. (Simon goes up to plants, and busies himself trimming them.) Drive him from this home. My husband’s friend. Wretch, he deserves no pity. I’ll fling his perfidy in his teeth. He dare to love Bess? Ah, I have the power to save her. Heaven be praised.
Simon. He is here.
May. For the last time, I am determined.
(Matt runs in C.)
Matt. No letter, Roy’s wife, and that’s the best news I could bring. For as he has not written ’tis a proof he’s on the road home. Dear old boy! How glad we shall all be to see him. (Pause.) Ah! what’s the matter?
May. When a spy is caught in his enemy’s camp, what is done with him?