Haggart almost believes her. Advancing a step forward, he asks:
“You urged me? Perhaps it is true, Mariet—I don’t remember.”
Mariet laughs.
“Do you hear? He has forgotten. Go on, Gart. You may say that it was your own idea? That’s the way you men are—you forget everything. Will you say perhaps that I—”
“Mariet!” Haggart interrupts her threateningly.
Mariet, turning pale, looking sorrowfully at his terrible eyes which are now steadfastly fixed upon her, continues, still smiling:
“Go on, Gart! Will you say perhaps that I—Will you say perhaps that I dissuaded you? That would be funny—”
HAGGART—No, I will not say that. You lie, Mariet! Even I, Haggart—just think of it, people—even I believed her, so cleverly does this woman lie.
MARIET—Go—on—Haggart.
HAGGART—You are laughing? Abbot, I don’t want to be the husband of your daughter—she lies.