Shakespeare:
[Taking both her hands.] At last! at last, I see and hold you, [Holding both her hands to his heart.] and all is well again; the pain is gone.
Miss Fitton:
Pain?
Shakespeare:
Intense pain—the misery of doubt and fear; the agony of disappointment—all vanished now, lost in a sea of pure delight. Ah, what a life ecstatic after death——
Miss Fitton:
Death!
Shakespeare:
[Gravely.] Worse. On Monday you were to be at Lady Rutland’s; you had promised; I went; you were not there; I fell into the abysm of despair. Why, my queen, why?