Dilly. You think so?
Fred. I know it. It’s no use now to mince matters. Harry forged that check to get himself out of a scrape. He will never return.
Dilly. I think he will.
Fred. You have great faith, Dilly.
Dilly. In Harry? Yes. I believe him innocent; and I am sure the day will come when he will stand beneath his father’s roof in the calm, proud consciousness of vindicated innocence.
Fred. You are a brave girl thus to stand by him,—a convicted felon.
Dilly. ’Tis false. He is no felon.
Fred. His flight—
Dilly. Was my act. Would I had never counselled him to it! Had he remained, all would have been made clear.
Fred. Ah, you suspect—