[He looks up and sees that the child has taken the book
to her corner. She peeps into it; then holds it to her ear;
then rubs her hand over it; then puts her tongue on it.]
Julian (bursting into tears).
Father, I am thy child.
Forgive me this:
Thy poetry is very hard to read.
SCENE XVI.—JULIAN walking with LILY through one of the squares.
Lily.
Wish we could find her somewhere. 'Tis so sad
Not to have any mother! Shall I ask
This gentleman if he knows where she is?
Julian.
No, no, my love; we'll find her by and by.
BERNARD. and another Gentleman talking together.
Bernard.
Have you seen Seaford lately?
Gentleman.
No. In fact,
He vanished somewhat oddly, days ago.
Sam saw him with a lady in his cab;
And if I hear aright, one more is missing—
Just the companion for his lordship's taste.
You've not forgot that fine Italian woman
You met there once, some months ago?
Bern.
Forgot her!
I have to try though, sometimes—hard enough:
Her husband is alive!
Lily.
Mother was Italy, father,—was she not?
Julian.
Hush, hush, my child! you must not say a word.