Lucy. O father! don’t speak so! (They lead him to chair, R.)
Doctor. The cool, heartless villain!
Harry. Dr. Harlem (I will no longer call you father, since you yourself cut me off), I have indeed deceived and disgraced you by thoughtless folly; but of this crime I am innocent. You are right. Your house is no longer a fit place for a gambler. I can claim no friends here now.
Mrs. L. Oh, don’t say that, Harry!
Doctor. Silence! Who bandies words with that villain is no longer an inmate of my home.
Dilly. Then you can set my bandbox outside the door at once. Dr. Harlem, you’re a mean old doctor, so you are! O Harry, Harry! I don’t know what it’s all about; but I know there isn’t a better Harry in this world than you. (Rushes into his arms.)
Harry. Hush, hush, Dilly! ’Twill all come right some day.
Bob. Harry, there’s my hand. The case looks hard against you, and I suppose I should be on the other side; but I believe in you, and I stand by you. If you’re a villain, as they say you are, I can’t see it. It’s just my luck!
Harry. Bob, you’re a trump!
Dilly. You won’t go, will you, Harry?