(Enter Jerden, from cabin.)
Jerden. Meaning me. Thanks for your complimentary notice, and a thousand thanks for the hospitality which has given my prisoner and myself a good night's rest and a hearty breakfast. (Crosses to R.) Mr. Fairlee is packing up, and in a few moments you will be rid of us.
Moselle. Dick packing up? I'll stop that. (Exit into cabin.)
Jerden. Miss Fairlee, you accompany your brother, of course?
Agnes. No, sir: at his request I remain here.
Jerden. You remain? impossible! You will not suffer your brother to meet his trial without you by his side to comfort him?
Agnes. If he wishes it, yes.
Jerden. But this is unnatural, heartless—
Agnes. Sir?
Jerden. I beg your pardon; but your presence in New York would aid him greatly in establishing his innocence.