Luc. Comprehend what?
Cha. The country that my mother is gone to.
Luc. No.
Cha. It is the Country of Peace, of Repose,—the only land from which the mother cannot return to console her child.
Luc. (making a movement as if to show herself). Then, sir, am I to understand that if you lost—you would—(stops, and reseats herself)—he has no mother!
Cha. It would not interest you, madam, to learn all these details; but please to remember that you are not my friend George, and that I’ve not absolutely gone on my knees to you to read my letter.
Luc. (aside, looking at Charles). Just imagine if it were him! (Rising with animation.) Well, sir, I don’t repent of having read your letter: in fact, I congratulate myself on having done so; and I am also glad to see you here, for now I can implore you, beseech you, to renounce such fatal plans; to beg of you with clasped hands to do so, in the name of your mother.
Cha. Madam!
Luc. Listen, sir. I cannot explain to you my object in being so curious; but what is your name?
Cha. Charleston King.