MARWOOD.
Very well, I will pardon you this time that you do not love me better than him.
ARABELLA (sobbing).
This time?
MARWOOD.
Why, you are crying actually? What is it about?
ARABELLA.
Ah, no! I am not crying. Do not get angry! I will love you both so much, so much, that it will be impossible to love either of you more.
MARWOOD.
Very well.