More sure to suck thee down! One effort! (Sits.) There!
(Recovers her self-possession, takes up the letter, and reads.)
To wed to-morrow night! Wed whom? A man
Whom I can never love! I should before
Have thought of that. To-morrow night! This hour
To-morrow,—how I tremble!
At what means
Will not the desperate snatch! What’s honor’s price?
Nor friends, nor lovers,—no, nor life itself!
Clifford, this moment leave me!