HAROLD. This one is different.
ISABEL. Good. What does it say?
HAROLD. It says that I am in love with you.
ISABEL. Don't prevaricate, Harold! It says you are now hopelessly in the clutches of a vampire—doesn't it?
HAROLD. (desperately) No!
ISABEL. (warningly) Harold! The truth!
HAROLD. (weakening) Well—
ISABEL. I knew it! That's what you would say. You've told her it's no use to forgive you now.
HAROLD. Yes—I did say that—I don't want her to forgive me, now. I am reconciled to my fate.
ISABEL. Ah—but I'm afraid it's too late, now!