Matt. He’s strung to a tree, without judge or jury.
May. When a rogue is caught playing the honest man, in a peaceful and loving family, what should be his fate?
Matt. He should be turned adrift, and shunned forever more.
May. Right (rising). You have sentenced yourself. This house is no longer your home.
Matt. No longer——my home;——why——what is this?
May (rises). Matt Winsor, listen to me. You entered this house a miserable, drunken vagabond. You were tenderly cared for, because you were our Roy’s comrade. We trusted you, confided in you, and you——like a viper——turned and stung the hand that fed you.
Matt. No, no; ’tis false. I have repaid trust with trust.
May. Indeed! As you repaid the trust of that poor woman now dying in Belleview Hospital. (Enter Bess L.) Your wife.
Matt (agitated). My wife——my wife?