human
Oh, Alan! cried Sophy,
gpt
I am so glad you have come! I was waiting for you.
human
And I also,
gpt
Who is this gentleman, Sophy?
human
He calls himself Captain Lestrange. Here is his card.
gpt
Captain in the army of the Peruvian Republic, said the man,
human
Confound you!--what--what----!
gpt
Oh yes, Alan. He says he is my father--that my true father stole me from him. Here is the certificate of my birth, he says.
human
And here --Lestrange pointed to Sophy--
gpt
I am Alan Thorold, he said quietly,
human
Pardon--Mademoiselle Lestrange, interpolated the Captain, and resumed his seat.
gpt
I claim this young lady as my daughter.
human
Good, said Thorold coldly.
gpt
Your proofs?
human
The resemblance between us, the certificate of her birth, and the story of how I lost my dear Marie twenty years ago.
gpt
The resemblance I admit, but that goes for nothing. As to the certificate, it is that of Marie Lestrange, and not of Sophy Marlow.
human
Is not the birthday of Miss Marlow, as you will call her, on the 24th of June----
gpt
Yes, said Sophy, before Alan could stop her.
human
The day and the year are both correct. I am twenty-one, and I was born on the 24th of June, 18--.
gpt
Very good; and at Kingston?
human
At Kingston, admitted the girl;
gpt
I agree with Miss Marlow, said Mr. Thorold.
human
Let us hear your story. That it will convince me I do not promise.
gpt
Ah! cried the foreigner, with an ironical smile.
human
None so blind as those who won't see. What a pity that Marlow and Warrender are both dead!
gpt
Oh, you know that?
human
As I had the honor of telling Miss Marlow --Lestrange put so sneering an accent on the name that Alan felt inclined to kick him--
gpt
I know that. I landed in England from Jamaica only two days ago. But, as you know, every one is talking of the mystery, and by this time I know the case as well as you do.