Tuneless
The gentleman always wishes to see his dear nephew.
Countess I don't believe that you love them at all. Yet—your tenderness for them gives me an idea. It would keep them here. I'll marry them to each other—if you give your consent to it.
Tuneless This marriage would enrage your wife, and—Arabella would always be where you could get at her.
Lucy This marriage would punish your husband, and someday, with Desmond about, you might—
Countess
You hesitate at this second proposition. That makes me suspect—
Widow
Not at all, Madame.
Bramble
You deceive yourself.
Countess
What then made you stop?
Widow Because, Madame, having destined my wealth for a husband who is unspeakably dear to me—
Bramble
Yes, Madame, and to protect mine for a loving spouse—