Widow His voice makes me tremble— But, I am crazy—it's Desmond's voice that sounds like that. I'll pretend to be Arabella. I've come to our rendez-vous, my dear, Desmond.
Bramble Desmond—what, is it Desmond you come to see, after having promised never to be with anyone but me?
Widow
Ah! It's the true raging voice of my husband.
Bramble
Ingrate! Liar!
Widow
His ghost reproaches me.
Bramble
To betray me thus.
Widow His ghost returns. Let's get out of here! (runs and falls into a chair) My legs have betrayed me! Let me call for help. Ah! My voice fails me.
Bramble
You wish to marry Desmond?
Widow
I didn't say that.
Bramble
What! Didn't I hear right—"Isn't it Desmond?"