Mrs. Ly. (Clinging to him.)—Nay, nay, I implore you stay near me—about me—leave me not again.
Lynx. But I have now a clue to him, which I will not forsake till his heart’s blood atones for my injuries.
Mrs. Ly. Do you know him, that you speak thus?
Lynx. I do, indeed.
Mrs. Ly. Who—and what is he?
Lynx. Who? listen, Emmeline; the deceiver of my sister, and the father of that girl, through whom we separated and thus meet again.
Mrs. Ly. The father!
Lynx. I dared not confess as much before. I was bound, sworn to secrecy by my sister; but her death now makes me free to tell you all.
Mrs. Ly. Forgive me—I—I am satisfied.