MELLEFONT.
I return only in order not to leave you one moment longer under a delusion with regard to me, which must make me despicable even in your eyes.
ARABELLA (timidly).
Oh, Hannah!
MELLEFONT.
Look at me as madly as you like. The more madly the better! Was it possible that I could hesitate only for one moment between a Marwood and a Sara, and that I had well nigh decided for the former?
ARABELLA.
Oh, Mellefont!
MELLEFONT.
Do not tremble, Bella! For your sake too I came back. Give me your hand, and follow me without fear!