Bramble A renewal of my love. Yes, I also wish to take these little precautions that will assure you are cared for properly when I die.
Widow I want you to survive me to enjoy my wealth. All that you deserve of it.
Bramble As, so as to no longer have to put up with the presence of anyone around me who might take something from you when I die, I've decided to send my nephew to the Indies.
Widow (with surprise and spite) And, for the same reason, I—I am going to marry Arabella a hundred leagues from here.
Bramble You tell me that with a little spite. It's innocently that I speak to you of separating from Desmond.
Widow
And, I have nothing but pure good intentions in separating from
Arabella.
(Enter the Countess's Maid.)
Maid Here is the Countess, coming to rejoice. We are going to sing and dance all night. It's not only for the three marriages I see on the agency, WE are ready for a wedding, you see.
Bramble
What's that about three weddings?
Maid
Yours first—for the Countess regards all this as a new marriage.