Dor. Nay, but it is not like thee to say these bitter things.
Dan. More like me than thou wottest of, Dolly. I have told thee what I was afore thou camest to me—the past fourteen year are gone like a dream, and I’m wakin’ from it, Dolly, I’m wakin’ from it. (Takes up his bundle.)
Dor. Why, father, art thou going away?
Dan. Ay, lass,—we’re both goin’ away.
Dor. (surprised). To-night?
Dan. To-night. Make thy bundle, for time presses.
Dor. But whither are we going?
Dan. Whither? What odds whither, so that we leave this place! Out into the cold world—it matters little where. Thou’lt fret here—it’s better to take thee hence—for a time—only for a time. Get thy bundle quickly—take all thou hast. I’ll tell thee more anon—we’ve no time to lose.
Dor. (going). As thou wilt, father. (Aside.) To-night! Oh, Geoffrey, Geoffrey, this is indeed the end!
[Exit.