! Always!

EDWARD. Will you then promise, sometimes to speak kindly of me to Mrs.
Langdon?

ANDREW. We promise.

JANE (_crying bitterly_). Oh! oh! this is too much. I can't bear it.
Good-by, dear Master Morris.

EDWARD. Won't you kiss me, Jane?

JANE. Oh, yes, with all my heart. (_Kisses him._)

PATRICK. Please shake hands with me, Master Morris.

ANDREW. And me too.

EDWARD. Good-by, good-by; all my dear friends!

_Enter the real_ MORRIS.

EDWARD (_who has turned away and don't see him_). And this is the dress
I am always to wear. I am Morris, son of Mary and big Peter! Oh, I can
bear that; but to leave Mrs. Langdon--to be no longer her son--to have
no right to her love--oh! oh! I shall die!

MORRIS. Good morning, brother.

EDWARD (_without turning round_). Good morning, Master Edward.

MORRIS. You seem angry with me; but you are wrong. If I have injured
you, it is not my fault. _I_ did not do it of my own will; and yet I
have come to beg your pardon.

EDWARD. It is not your fault.

MORRIS. But--don't you love me?

EDWARD. Why do you ask, sir?

MORRIS. I call you "_brother_," and you call me "_sir_."

EDWARD (_with effort_). Well, if you wish it, I will call you _brother_.

MORRIS. And love me like one?

EDWARD. Yes.

MORRIS. Well, now, I'm going to try you. Here, do you see these things?
I found them in your pockets. This gold watch, this pocket book full of
money, this yellow pin, with a little ball in the middle of it, which
looks like glass--I really thought it was glass, and the pin copper, but
they say it is a diamond set in gold, and worth more than all the rest.
Then I asked Mrs. Langdon if she had given me all these grand things to
do just as I pleased with. She said, "Certainly"--and I have come as
fast as ever I could with them to you!--take them!

EDWARD. Thank you. I'd rather you kept them.

MORRIS. Do you refuse your brother?

EDWARD. What could I do with such finery--they do not suit my humble
station?

MORRIS. But it is not for yourself that I give them.

EDWARD. I don't understand you.

MORRIS. They are for your poor mother; for your father who works so
hard, and is so patient and good. To scrape together money enough to pay
his rent troubles him dreadfully; and so the very first time the
landlord comes, give him all these gimcracks, on condition that he
leaves him alone for the rest of the year.

EDWARD. Yes, I will do this; give them to me.