Ger. Then he's gone! he's gone!
Con. You're not afraid of being left alone with me, Arthur?
Ger. Oh no! of course not?—What can have become of William? Don't you know they sent him—not those women, but the dead people—to look after me? He's a good fellow. He said he would die for me. Ha! ha! ha! Not much in that—is there?
Con. Don't laugh so, dear Arthur.
Ger. Well, I won't. I have something to tell you, Constance. I will try to keep my senses till I've told you.
Con. Do tell me. I hope I haven't done anything more to vex you. Indeed I am sorry. I won't speak to that man again, if you like. I would rather not—if you wish it.
Ger. What right have I to dictate to you, my child?
Con. Every right. I am yours. I belong to you. Nobody owned me when you took me.
Ger. Don't talk like that; you will drive me mad.
Con. Arthur! Arthur!