Hannah. Robbed you! My Will? ’Tis false!
Douglas. I’m sorry to say ’tis true.
Mary. Mr. Douglas, have you no pity?
Douglas. You would have it so, Mary. I am not to blame.
Jarius. (Aside.) Consarn it, why don’t that boy come. (He fidgets in the doorway, looking off, and then watching Douglas.)
Douglas. Yes, Mrs. Nutter; I am sorry to distress you; but ’tis best you know the truth. While in my employ, Will robbed me of two hundred dollars.
Hannah. No, no; you are mistaken. My boy, my noble boy! I’ll not believe it.
Jarius. (Aside.) Consarn his ugly picter! I shall split! Where is that boy?
Douglas. Yes, he robbed me; forged my name to a check. ’Tis here. (Showing check.)