Dilly. Good-by, doctor. Now, don’t tire yourself, for you must take me out for a sail this afternoon.
Doctor. Yes, yes, when Harry gets back: you know we can’t do any thing without Harry. (Exit Doctor and Mrs. L., R.)
Fred. The doctor appears feeble this morning, Lucy.
Lucy. Yes: poor father fails very fast. At times his reason wanders, and for whole days he is as you have seen him to-day.
Fred. Poor doctor: is there no help for him?
Lucy. None, I fear.
Dilly. You are mistaken, Lucy. There is one thing that would set him right.
Fred. And pray what is that?
Dilly. The return of Harry, with his innocence clearly established.
Fred. Ah, indeed! you know that can never be.