Scene V.
Marwood, Arabella, Hannah.
MARWOOD (drawing a deep breath).
Victory, Hannah! but a hard victory! Give me a chair, I feel quite exhausted (sitting down). He surrendered only just in time, if he had hesitated another moment, I should have shown him quite a different Marwood.
HANNAH.
Ah, Madam, what a woman you are! I should like to Bee the man who could resist you.
MARWOOD.
He has resisted me already too long. And assuredly, assuredly, I will not forgive him that he almost let me go down on my knees to him.
ARABELLA.
No, no! You must forgive him everything. He is so good, so good----
MARWOOD.
Be silent, little silly!
HANNAH.
I do not know on what side you did not attack him! But nothing, I think, touched him more, than the disinterestedness with which you offered to return all his presents to him.
MARWOOD.
I believe so too. Ha! ha! ha! (contemptuously).
HANNAH.
Why do you laugh, Madam? You really risked a great deal, if you were not in earnest about it. Suppose he had taken you at your word?
MARWOOD.
Oh, nonsense, one knows with whom one has to deal.
HANNAH.
I quite admit that! But you too, my pretty Bella, did your part excellently, excellently!
ARABELLA.
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 (passionately).
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 sex.
MARWOOD.
Take her away, Hannah!
MELLEFONT.
Remain here, Bella (attempting to stop her).
MARWOOD.
No force, Mellefont, or----
(Exeunt Hannah and Arabella).