NORTON (reads).
"If you will deign, Mellefont, to glance at the name which you will find at the bottom of the page, it will be to me as though I had written you the longest of letters."
MELLEFONT.
Curse the name! Would I had never heard it! Would it could be erased from the book of the living!
NORTON (reads on).
"The labour of finding you out has been sweetened by the love which helped me in my search."
MELLEFONT.
Love? Wanton creature! You profane the words which belong to virtue alone.
NORTON (continues).
"Love has done more still"----