I tell you, I'm going back.... I'm going back to my home.... I'm going to find my Uncle Nathaniel. I know he'll take me in. He won't blame me because I'm a cripple.... I know.... I know.... Didn't he say, "Poor Jonathan"?...
[At this moment Nathaniel enters, and the two stand face to face as they had stood in the lumber-room at their first meeting.
Hank slinks away.
Nathaniel is untouched by the years. Jonathan looks at him hopefully, but there is no glint of recognition In Nathaniel's eye.
JONATHAN (timidly)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
What did you say, my boy?
JONATHAN (Less and less audible, as his disappointment increases)
Uncle Nathaniel.