Dear Colonel, I begin to think that pride is a very poor sort of thing. It really profits us little to have it always in our mouths. I am giving back a daughter to an old father. I am giving back a home to an erring soul. That, I think, is enough. [Exit. Marie throws herself on her father's breast, laughing and crying.]
ACT II.
Scene same as Act I. It is evening; only a slight glow of sunset still shines through the windows.
[Marie and Theresa discovered.]
THERESA.
[Bringing in a lighted lamp.] Miss Marie! Miss Marie!--What is she staring at all the time? Miss Marie!
MARIE [starting.]
[From the window.] What do you want?
THERESA.
Shall I lay the supper?