Dolly. No! You can't suppose I should let my own cousin make love to me in my own house?!
Renie. You won't help me?
Dolly. Yes, any way but that! How could you be so foolish?
Renie. I don't know. When I heard yesterday he was coming, I quite made up my mind I'd have nothing to say to him! Dolly, free will must be an illusion, or else why am I always doing the things I don't mean to do. Oh, what shall I do?
Dolly. As you are completely innocent, you'd better ask your husband to forgive you.
Renie. Ye—es. No! As it is a perfectly pure and exalted attachment I shall take that ground—at any rate at first, and see what he says. You'll help me all you can?
Dolly. Yes, but promise me you'll have nothing to do with Lucas in future!
Renie. No, indeed! if I once get out of this.
Dolly. Very well! I'll see what I can do.—Hush!
The Professor enters with a letter in his hand, Matt soothing him.