"Who is that gentleman?
His face and voice seem familiar." "It is Mr.Clifford." "Paul Clifford ?" "Yes.

Do you know him ?" "Yes, I knew him years ago when I was young and happy; but it seems an age since.

Oh, isn't it a dreadful thing, to be a drunkard's wife ?" "Yes it is, but would you like to speak to Mr.Clifford ?" "Yes! Mam, I would." "Mr.Clifford," said Belle, "Mrs.Gough would like to speak with you." "Do you not know me ?" said Mary, looking anxiously into his face.
"I recognized you as soon as you moved into the neighborhood." "I am very glad.

I feared that I was so changed that my own dear mother would hardly recognize me.

Don't you think she would pity and forgive me, if she saw what a mournful wretch I am ?" "Yes, I think she has long forgiven you and longs to take you to her heart as warmly as she ever did." "And my father ?" "I believe he would receive you, but I don't think he would be willing to recognize your husband.