human
We all have our cross to bear, Mrs. Bordine. I believe, however, that the worst is past. I believe that August will return and vindicate his innocence in the courts.
gpt
Ah, bless you for that, Miss Rose, uttered the old lady, with tears in her old eyes.
human
You are an angel if there ever was one.
gpt
I saw your son last night, Mrs. Bordine.
human
What! Saw August?
gpt
Yes.
human
And he said he would surely come again and stand trial?
gpt
Yes.
human
Dear boy, Heaven and I know that he is innocent, but it may be impossible to prove it.
gpt
Truth will prevail.
human
I hope it will.
gpt
And that poor girl, I know how you must feel at her death, with your son absent. I've do doubt he will try and be at the funeral.
human
Yes, I suppose so.
gpt
I would not weep over poor Iris, Mrs. Bordine.
human
Iris?
gpt
Yes. I feel, and so does August, that the girl is better off--
human
What are you talking about? Who is Iris?
gpt
I am aware that you have tried faithfully to keep the secret, Mrs. Bordine, but August told me all about it last night. He thought it was better that I should know.
human
I'm sure I never heard of Iris, and I don't know what you mean.
gpt
I speak of your poor daughter--
human
Daughter! My daughter?
gpt
Yes.
human
Goodness alive! child, I never had but one daughter, and she died in infancy. That was nigh about thirty years ago. Her name was Mary.
gpt
Then you have no crazed daughter--
human
Never. What put such an idea into your head, child?