It must have been latent in him.
Robert.
Of course, or he would not have come home.
William.
I dread to think what’ll come of it.
Robert.
What’s one to do?
William.
On my soul, I don’t know what I should do if he died. Conscious as I am, knowing what I now know!—I really did not know, and now the added remorse, the gnawing of conscience! Ah! well, what’s the use of it all?
Robert.