MAR. (advances; bows.) Governor Claiborne.
GOV. C. I beg your pardon, but—
MAR. Don’t you remember me? At the convent—
GOV. C. So I do. Miss d’Acosta.
MAR. Yes, Mariana d’Acosta, come to ask you a great favor.
GOV. C. Anything in my power.
MAR. I have heard of the delayed expedition against Barataria. I will myself, if you will allow me, lead it.
GOV. C. Miss d’Acosta!
MAR. No one is so well qualified for the work as I. I have lived there, days that have been years. I have seen them rob, destroy life and property; kill my nearest and dearest. Oh!—
GOV. C. My poor child!