Scene II
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(MUDDY STREET IN EAST BOSTON. Mr. STARR, WIPING HIS HAT WITH HIS HANDKERCHIEF, SOLUS.)
MR. STARR. Under the present circumstances life is worthless, or nearly so. Let me bravely throw it away!
JOHN CRADOCK. Whoa, whoa! Ha! they stop. How can I thank you, my man? You have saved my children’s lives.
MR. STARR (STILL HOLDING BITS). You had better take the reins.
John Cradock mounts the seat, seizes reins, but is eager to reward the poor, tattered wretch at their heads. Passes reins to right hand, and with left feels for a half eagle, which he throws, with grateful words, to Mr. Starr. Mr. Starr leaves the plunging horses, and they rush toward Prescott Street. (EXEUNT JOHN CRADOCK, HORSES AND CHILDREN.)
Half amused, half ashamed, Mr. Starr picks up the coin, which he also supposes to be half an eagle.
It proves to be a bright penny, just from the mint.
FOTHERGILL. Bless me, Starr, you are covered with mud! Pottery, eh? Runaway horse, eh? No matter; we are just in time to see Wendell off. William, take Mr. Starr’s hat to be pressed. Put on this light overcoat, Starr. Here is my tweed cap. Now, jump in, and we will go to the “Samaria” to bid Wendell good-by.
And indeed they both found Wendell. Mr. Starr bade him good-by, and advised him a little about the man be was to see in Dresden. He met Herr Birnebaum, and talked with him a little about the chemistry of enamels. Oddly enough, Fonseca was there, the attache, the same whom Clara had taken to drive at Bethlehem. Mr. Starr talked a little Spanish with him. Then they were all rung onshore.
TABLEAU: DEPARTING STEAMER. CROWD WAVES HANDKERCHIEFS.