human
You can not impose on me with your false claims. You are not Kathleen Carew, and your resemblance to her is very slight--not strong enough to bear out your assertion. My step-daughter is dead.
gpt
No, no! Kathleen cried, piteously.
human
I am your step-daughter, indeed I am, mamma, and I have told you the truth. I have been so ill and unhappy all these months, it is that which has changed my looks and made me look so unlike the Kathleen you remember. Where is papa? He will know me, he will be glad that I am alive!
gpt
You lunatic! you shall not leave this room!
human
I _will_ go to papa!
gpt
Vincent Carew is _dead_!