MARWOOD.
Pardon me; I know my cousin Mellefont, and prefer to depart with him.
BETTY.
The stranger, sir--he wishes only to say a word to you. He says, that he has not a moment to lose.
MELLEFONT.
Go, please! I will be with him directly. I expect it will be some news at last about the agreement which I mentioned to you. (Exit Betty.)
MARWOOD (aside).
A good conjecture!
MELLEFONT.
But still, Madam----