“A way? I? to what?”
“To mend a wrong. O, dear good lady, I’ve seen your eyes confess!—never deny it. One marriage brings another—it might, it might even lead to that—O, mistress, mistress!”
“You are mad. You don’t know what you say—you know nothing.”
“I know your love is dying there for love of you.”
“Dying? No, no!”
“Come to him, and see.”
“I cannot.”
“He must die then. He’ll not last till morning else. ’Twas for that I dared this all.”
“O, what am I to do?”
“No one need know: a great lady like you.”