Mrs. C. It's a risk—a great risk.
Col. G. None the greater that he pleases himself, and all the more worth taking. I wish my poor boy—
Mrs. C. Your poor boy might please himself and yet not succeed in pleasing you, brother!
Col. G. (aside). She knows something.—I must go and see about his dinner. Good-bye, sister.
Mrs. C. Good-bye, then. You will have your own way!
Col. G. This once, Clara. Exeunt severally.
END OF ACT II. [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
ACT III.
SCENE.—A garret-room. MATTIE. SUSAN.
Mat. At the worst we've got to die some day, Sue, and I don't know but hunger may be as easy a way as another.