MARWOOD.
Well?
MELLEFONT.
I was stunned, Marwood, but not moved! You have had all your trouble in vain. Another atmosphere than this infectious one of your room has given me back my courage and my strength, to withdraw my foot in time from this dangerous snare. Were the tricks of a Marwood not sufficiently familiar to me, unworthy wretch that I am?
MARWOOD (impatiently).
What language is that?
MELLEFONT.
The language of truth and anger.
MARWOOD.
Gently, Mellefont! or I too shall speak in the same language.