human
You--you here, after all?
gpt
Yes, I live to punish you, Jean Lestrange. Hold him, Alan, while I speak to Sophy.
human
My poor child! he said in caressing tones,
gpt
You are alive, father?
human
Yes. He kissed her.
gpt
I feigned death to escape from this man. Come, Sophy, have you no welcome for me? It is true that I am not your father; but--after all----
human
You are as dear to me as ever! she cried, putting her arms round his neck.
gpt
You are my true father--my real father! I shall never think of you as anything else. Oh, thank God--thank God!
human
Amen! said Beauchamp in a solemn tone.
gpt
But we have much to do before things are put straight. There is the cause of all my trouble, and I must deal with him. He rose and crossed to where Lestrange, white and shaking, was in the grip of Thorold.
human
What have you to say for yourself, Lestrange?
gpt
I have to say to you what I shall shortly say to the world: You are a murderer!
human
That is a lie!
gpt
It is no lie. You murdered that girl's father?
human
That is a lie! repeated Beauchamp sternly.
gpt
Do you think I am a Judas, to kiss that innocent girl if I knew myself to be her father's murderer? I knocked your cousin Achille senseless, and well he deserved it; but it was not I who stabbed him to the heart. It was you, Jean Lestrange!
human
I--I---- gasped the wretch, his lips white, his limbs shaking under him.
gpt
You dare--to--to--accuse--me--of----
human
I do not accuse you, said Beauchamp solemnly.
gpt
Out of the mouth of the dead you are condemned. Here is the confession of Warrender, and in it he tells the truth. You are the murderer of Achille!