Lafitte, a play in prologue and four acts

by Lucile Rutland; Lucie Levéque Ayres

JEAN. What was his offense?

MAR. Nothing, that we know of. He is not really my brother, you know; only an adopted brother.

JEAN. French?

MAR. No, Spanish; adopted by my parents before my birth, when they had despaired of having a child of their own.

JEAN. Then he is older than you?

MAR. Ten years.

JEAN. Where is he now?

MAR. We do not know. Five years ago, (when we left France to go to Spain, after my father’s death) he ceased answering my letters. I begged him to write to me—to love me, but—

JEAN. He is an ingrate.

MAR. Oh, he is not. He is hurt and humiliated by father’s will. He had been treated as a son during his life-time; he must have supposed he would still be treated as a son when father died. My heart aches for poor Pedro.