"I do not think! I tell you I know! You brought him here, calling him a poor boy whom you wished to befriend. That was a lie! He is your own child!"
"How do you know that?"
"I hired a detective. He found out the whole hideous truth. I have your letters for proof, so you need not attempt denial."
"So you have found letters? Are they genuine? Let me see them?"
"I am not such a fool as that. I have hidden them where you cannot find them. I have a better use for them than to give them to you!"
"Indeed, and may I ask what use you intend to make of them?"
"I mean to take them to Judge Dudley, and to his daughter Agnes! Ha!
That idea does not please you, does it?"
"With what purpose would you show them the letters?"
"I know what you are aiming at! I am not the fool that you think! I have studied you, and watched you all these years, and I understand you very well. You wish Leon and Agnes to be married?"
"I do! What of it?"