Nellie. Yes, mamma, you called me and I came. Are you sick, dear mamma?
Mrs. D. (places hand upon brow) No—yes—It all comes back to me now. Oh, why did I not die—better death than this agony! I suppose I must have fainted.
Pete. Shall I fetch de doctor fo' yo', mum?
Mrs. D. No, I feel better already. (attempts to rise. Pete assists her to feet. She reels slightly and places hand to head) Oh, my head! (to Pete) Please take me somewhere, so that I may obtain shelter and rest. I am a stranger here.
Pete. All right, mum. Dar's a fust rate hotel jest around de corner. (points off R. 1 E.)
Mrs. D. (quickly) No, no; not there. I desire some quiet lodging where my child and myself will not be subjected to the gaze of the curious.
Pete. Well, den, mum, I knows jest de place fo' yo'. It's on one ob de back streets. Dis way, it's not very far. (Exit L. 1 E.)
Mrs. D. (slowly following) Come, Nellie, dear, we shall soon be able to tell our sorrows to One who will comfort us. (Exeunt L. 1 E.)
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