Poly. That it is a Frederick—a child I mean,—I confess; but suffer me to explain, and——
Eustace. Explanation is needless: your—mere trifle—explains itself. And yet I would hope you are not the monster you appear. Answer me one question: Is the lady your wife?
Poly. No, no; yet if you would only——
Eustace. The unblushing sinner! Then, will you marry her?
Poly. (To Charles.) I have done and suffered much to serve you: I can’t do that, you know.
Eustace. Do you hesitate?
Charles. Will you but listen to me, sir?
Eustace. No, I will listen to but one thing only. (To Poly.) When a man has committed an error, is it not his first duty to do what he can to repair it?
Poly. Granted.
Eustace. To restore her respectability to the woman he has betrayed?