CHARLES. Humph! What are you muttering about? DANIEL (in a half-suppressed voice). And to be sure when a man rises from the dead thus uninvited--your brother was the sole heir of our late master! CHARLES. Old man! what is it you are muttering between your teeth, as if some dreadful secret were hovering on your tongue which you fear to utter, and yet ought? Out with it! DANIEL. But I would rather gnaw my old bones with hunger, and suck my own blood for thirst, than gain a life of luxury by murder. [Exit hastily.] CHARLES (starting up, after a terrible pause). Betrayed! Betrayed! It flashes upon my soul like lightning! A fiendish trick! A murderer and a robber through fiend-like machinations! Calumniated by him! My letters falsified, suppressed! his heart full of love! Oh, what a monstrous fool was I! His fatherly heart full of love! oh, villainy, villainy! It would have cost me but once kneeling at his feet--a tear would have done it--oh blind, blind fool that I was! (running up against the wall). I might have been happy--oh villainy, villainy! Knavishly, yes, knavishly cheated out of all happiness in this life! (He runs up and down in a rage.) A murderer, a robber, all through a knavish trick! He was not even angry! Not a thought of cursing ever entered his heart. Oh, miscreant! inconceivable, hypocritical, abominable miscreant! Enter KOSINSKY. KOSINSKY. Well, captain, where are you loitering? What is the matter? You are for staying here some time longer, I perceive? CHARLES. Up! Saddle the horses! Before sunset we must be over the frontier! KOSINSKY. You are joking. CHARLES (in a commanding tone). Quick! quick! delay not! leave every thing behind! and let no eye see you! (Exit KOSINSKY.) I fly from these walls. The least delay might drive me raving mad; and he my father's son! Brother! brother! thou hast made me the most miserable wretch on earth; I never injured thee; this was not brotherly. Reap the fruits of thy crime in quiet, my presence shall no longer embitter thy enjoyment--but, surely, this was not acting like a brother. May oblivion shroud thy misdeed forever, and death not bring it back to light. Enter KOSINSKY. KOSINSKY. The horses are ready saddled, you can mount as soon as you please. CHARLES. Why in such haste? Why so urgent? Shall I see her no more? KOSINSKY. I will take off the bridles again, if you wish it; you bade me hasten head over heels. CHARLES. One more farewell! one more! I must drain this poisoned cup of happiness to the dregs, and then--Stay, Kosinsky! Ten minutes more-- behind, in the castle yard--and we gallop off. Scene IV.--In the Garden.