“Gertie, you have said enough to your convict father. Come at once. We must leave this horrid place, never to return. Come, come, daughters.”
Addressing her husband, the wife said: “You got in this trouble without your family’s assistance, and you can get out the same way.”
“Oh, mother! do not talk so cruelly to papa. I know his heart is broken. I am sure that he believed himself right when he made the statement that his brother was dead. He did not dream that his brother was alive, or that he would ever hear of him again.”
“Gertie, go along with your mother. I will suffer alone.”
“I will share it with you, papa. Good-bye.”
“Mr. Pearson, I shall place you in the second room here, and I shall call in the officials for consultation and see what can be done. I regret very much to have to do so, but it is my duty.”
“I am a prisoner here, and shall obey your rules. I will step inside. You may take me in. I shall not cause you any unnecessary trouble.”
“Well, I have got a job, to turn the key on the gentleman. I’ll just step in. I feel I have saved meself a good many steps by finding meself a resting-place so near.” It was Pat, talking to himself.
“I was just turning to call for you, Pat.”