Law. To the lodge. Good-bye. (Exit Law, R.)
Flo. What can I do? My duty is to a poor, needy, erring brother as well as to my father. And papa is so hard on that point.
Enter Rachel, L.
Flo. (Breathlessly.) Did you find him, Rachel?
Rach. Yes, the poor boy was that glad to see me, he fairly hugged me.
Flo. Where is he?
Rach. He came with me.
Flo. That is dangerous, he may be seen here.
Rach. He would come. He must see you.
Flo. I wonder if I’d know him?