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How so? Could I do it, then, any other way? I had not seen him for such a long time. I hope you are not angry, Madam, that I love him so? I love you as much as him, just as much.
MARWOOD.
Very well, I will pardon you this time that you do not love me better than him.
ARABELLA (_sobbing_).
This time?
MARWOOD.
Why, you are crying actually? What is it about?
ARABELLA.
Ah, no! I am not crying. Do not get angry! I will love you both so much, so much, that it will be impossible to love either of you more.
MARWOOD.
Very well.
ARABELLA.
I am so unhappy.
MARWOOD.
Now be quiet----but what is that?
Scene VI.
Mellefont, Marwood, Arabella, Hannah.
MARWOOD.
Why do you come back again so soon, Mellefont? (_rising_).
MELLEFONT (_pa.s.sionately_).
Because I needed but a few moments to recover my senses.
MARWOOD.
Well?
MELLEFONT.
I was stunned, Marwood, but not moved! You have had all your trouble in vain. Another atmosphere than this infectious one of your room has given me back my courage and my strength, to withdraw my foot in time from this dangerous snare. Were the tricks of a Marwood not sufficiently familiar to me, unworthy wretch that I am?
MARWOOD (_impatiently_).
What language is that?
MELLEFONT.
The language of truth and anger.
MARWOOD.
Gently, Mellefont! or I too shall speak in the same language.
MELLEFONT.
I return only in order not to leave you one moment longer under a delusion with regard to me, which must make me despicable even in your eyes.
ARABELLA (_timidly_).
Oh, Hannah!
MELLEFONT.
Look at me as madly as you like. The more madly the better! Was it possible that I could hesitate only for one moment between a Marwood and a Sara, and that I had well nigh decided for the former?
ARABELLA.
Oh, Mellefont!
MELLEFONT.
Do not tremble, Bella! For your sake too I came back. Give me your hand, and follow me without fear!
MARWOOD (_stopping them_).
Whom shall she follow, traitor?
MELLEFONT.
Her father!
MARWOOD.
Go, pitiable wretch, and learn first to know her mother.
MELLEFONT.
I know her. She is a disgrace to her s.e.x.
