Hud. You're raving!
Her. No. Ah, father, father, I'm
Famette,—your daughter! I've not been in Cana,
But in the pits your greed has dug,—down, down
Where misery is so vile its own abyss
Shudders to hold it. Chartrien, now you know
My tale untold. I see your mind runs back
To light a way it travelled in the dark.
O, you were blind! I'd know you near though masked
In utter change.
Cha. I'm folded now in sun
That makes me blind again. Are you Famette?
Her. [Showing her bared arm] See this brown circlet left that you might find
A trace of her? I've crossed the universe——
Through hell—and reached you, have I not?
Cha. [Embracing her] All sweet
Forfending stars now heap their fortunes one
And drop it on my heart that borrows heaven
To hold the imponderable gift!
Her. Ah, poor Famette!
Cha.'Twas you—in that foul hacienda pen?
And would not speak?
Her. I meant to save you, sir.
And had I told you then, would you have set
So blithely off to Quito?
Cha. And left you there!
How can you think it?
Her. Do I, sir? Nay, love,
Nor ever did. I knew you'd ruin all
With your big "won'ts" and "don'ts."