SARA.
But, Madam, you still seem very thoughtful, very sad----
MARWOOD.
Thoughtful, but not sad!
MELLEFONT (aside).
Heavens! If she should betray herself!
SARA.
And why then thoughtful?
MARWOOD.
I tremble for you both. Could not this unforeseen kindness of your father be a dissimulation? An artifice?