Lafitte, a play in prologue and four acts

by Lucile Rutland; Lucie Levéque Ayres

DOM. Eyes like stormy skies. A word, a question, and all along the cloud of eye-lashes, a lightning flash of challenge!

DAR. So intolerant?

DOM. So right.

DAR. But still—

DOM. She has a right to resent suspicion.

DAR. She! I speak of Lafitte.

DOM. Your pardon. I spoke of Bella.

DAR. (coaxingly.) Lafitte—

DOM. (lapsing into seriousness.) I’ll tell you an impression I received more clearly than ever during this last voyage. I think Lafitte is looking for somebody—that he has some implacable purpose—and that when he finds the person or persons he seeks, there will be a relentless day of reckoning for all.