Scene I.
Sara's room.
Sara (reclining in an armchair), Betty.
BETTY.
Do you feel a little better, Miss?
SARA.
Better--I wish only that Mellefont would return! You have sent for him, have you not?
BETTY.
Norton and the landlord have gone for him.
SARA.
Norton is a good fellow, but he is rash. I do not want him by any means to be rude to his master on my account. According to his story, Mellefont is innocent of all this. She follows him; what can he do? She storms, she raves, she tries to murder him. Do you see, Betty, I have exposed him to this danger? Who else but me? And the wicked Marwood at last insisted on seeing me or she would not return to London. Could he refuse her this trifling request? Have not I too often been curious to see Marwood. Mellefont knows well that we are curious creatures. And if I had not insisted myself that she should remain with me until his return, he would have taken her away with him. I should have seen her under a false name, without knowing that I had seen her. And I should perhaps have been pleased with this little deception at some future time. In short, it is all my fault. Well, well, I was frightened; nothing more! The swoon was nothing. You know, Betty, I am subject to such fits.
BETTY.
But I had never seen you in so deep a swoon before.
SARA.
Do not tell me so, please! I must have caused you a great deal of trouble, my good girl.
BETTY.
Marwood herself seemed moved by your danger. In spite of all I could do she would not leave the room, until you had opened your eyes a little and I could give you the medicine.
SARA.
After all I must consider it fortunate that I swooned. For who knows what more I should have had to hear from her! She certainly can hardly have followed me into my room without a purpose! You cannot imagine how terrified I was. The dreadful dream I had last night recurred to me suddenly, and I fled, like an insane woman who does not know why and whither she flies. But Mellefont does not come. Ah!
BETTY.
What a sigh, Miss! What convulsions!
SARA.
God! what sensation was this----
BETTY.
What was that?
SARA.
Nothing, Betty! A pain! Not one pain, a thousand burning pains in one! But do not be uneasy; it is over now!