I am pleased to see you so calm.
MARWOOD.
The storm is over. Forget it, I beg you once more.
MELLEFONT.
Only remember your promise, Marwood, and I will forget everything with pleasure. But if I knew that you would not consider it an offence, I should like to ask----
MARWOOD.
Ask on, Mellefont! You cannot offend me any more. What were you going to ask?
MELLEFONT.
How you liked my Sara?