Judge.
But Isabelle, my ward—where is she now?
Dr. Margrave
I'd leave my bed again to-night to seek her,
Only it would be groping in the dark.
Pray, do not look so sad—we'll find her yet;
I have the clue, here is the deposition—
I took it from the dying woman's lips.
She died an hour ago. She hither came
To find you out and own her crime.
Judge.
The child—
Where did she leave her?
Dr. Margrave
Have a moment's patience.
The woman said she did not dare to carry
The child among her kindred at the West;
They would have found the imposition out,
As Isabelle resembled not her daughter.
And so the woman traveled to Virginia,
And there, with a kind family, she left
The orphan to her fate.
Judge.
With whom?