Dilly, Lucy, Harry. (Together.) At last!
Fred. At last? (To Harry.) Who are you that to-day stand forth as my accuser?
Harry. One who, after five long years of absence, now stands beneath his father’s roof cleared of every semblance of stain. (Tears off his wig and beard.)
Fred. Harry Harlem!
Dilly. (Rushing into his arms.) My Harry, my Harry! Oh, welcome, welcome! Here, doctor, doctor, Harry’s come! Harry’s come!
Doctor. (Starts up.) Harry’s come! Where is he? where is my boy?
Harry. (Kneeling.) Here, at your feet, dear father.
Doctor. My boy, my dear boy, we’ve waited long for you; but I knew that you would come.
Lucy. Dear, dear brother! (Embracing him.)
Harry. Lucy, best of sisters!