SARA.
Assuredly not, Madam, assuredly not. Only read and you will admit it yourself. Dissimulation is always cold, it is not capable of such tender words. (Marwood reads.) Do not grow suspicious, Mellefont, I beg. I pledge myself that my father cannot condescend to an artifice. He says nothing which he does not think, falseness is a vice unknown to him.
MELLEFONT.
Oh, of that I am thoroughly convinced, dearest Sara! You must pardon Lady Solmes for this suspicion, since she does not know the man whom it concerns.
SARA (whilst Marwood returns the letter to her).
What do I see, my lady? You are pale! You tremble! What is the matter with you?
MELLEFONT (aside).
What anxiety I suffer? Why did I bring her here?
MARWOOD.
It is nothing but a slight dizziness, which will pass over. The night air on my journey must have disagreed with me.