Doctor. Harry, you hear. What have you to say?
Harry. I did give him that check.
Doctor. So, sir, not content with making yourself the terror of the village, not content with disturbing the quiet of our once happy home with your wild courses, to crown your evil life you commit a forgery.
All. A forgery?
Doctor. Yes, a forgery. This son of mine—hear it, all of you—this son, of whom I was so proud, has forged the name of his father to pay a gambling debt.
Harry. ’Tis false!
Doctor. False, boy! Can you deny this?—this check, which you confess you gave to Butts?
Harry. I did give him the check; but it was given me by another, one who can explain every thing. You could not think me so base as to forge the name of the kindest and best of fathers? That check was given me by Fred Hastings.
All. Fred Hastings?