_ None: the report that reached us was false--The infant certainly
died with its mother--Hush! conceal yourself--we are observed--this way.
[_They retreat_--HENRY _advances._
_Henry._ Hold! as a friend, one word!
[_They exeunt, he follows them, and returns._
Again they have escaped me--"_The infant died with its mother_"--This
agony of doubt is insupportable.
_Enter_ EVERGREEN.
_Everg._ Henry, well met.
_Henry._ Have you seen strangers?
_Everg._ No!
_Henry._ Two but now have left this place--They spoke of a lost
child--My busy fancy led me to think I was the object of their search--I
pressed forward, but they avoided me.
_Everg._ No, no; it could not be you; for no one on earth knows but
myself, and----
_Henry._ Who? Sir Philip Blandford?
_Everg._ I am sworn, you know, my dear boy; I am solemnly sworn to
silence.
_Henry._ True, my good old friend; and if the knowledge of who I am can
only be obtained at the price of thy perjury, let me for ever remain
ignorant--let the corroding thought still haunt my pillow, cross me at
every turn, and render me insensible to the blessings of health and
liberty--yet, in vain do I suppress the thought--who am I? why thus
abandoned? perhaps the despised offspring of guilt--Ah! is it so?
[_Seizing him violently.
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