Laura:
And what can assure me that this pretence doesn't hide a truth?
Cadwell: Everything, madam. And especially the care I have taken not to put this paper in her hands until you have seen it.
Laura:
Ah, Cadwell, I will never be able to accept such a pretence.
Cadwell:
Ah, madam, I beg you. Now I have the letter to Olivia in my hands.
Laura:
Show me this paper.
Cadwell:
Madam, I hear Olivia. Contain yourself, I beg you.
Laura:
It will be hard.
Cadwell:
It must be done.
(Enter Olivia)
Laura:
Where have you come from, madam?