Miss Philp.—I am not a charity visitor; you should study economy. Ahem! Mercy, follow me. [Exits door F. followed by Mercy.]
Mrs. Felton.—My child, my child! (They embrace and stand weeping.)
[Enter Squire and Dorothy; they pause and observe Mrs. Felton and Em’ly.]
Squire (Aside).—This is, indeed, a tableau. (Aloud) Ladies!
Mrs. Felton. and Em’ly.— (Start) Oh!
Dorothy (Taking their hands).—Why are you weeping? Papa will fix things all right. Do not worry.
Squire.—Mrs. Felton, your husband was a man whom I esteemed highly. He at one time rendered me a valuable service, and it is but common gratitude that I now befriend his family. Here is a check for double the amount of all arrears of rent due on your cottage. (Hands her check.) Accept it as a loan until you are able to return it.
Mrs. Felton.—I could not think of it.
Squire.—You must!
Dorothy.—Take it for my sake; do not refuse; take it and welcome.