Marquis. I'll fly and see if they are returned.
Isabel. Do; for as soon as the letters are arrived, I would not have you lose a moment but away, and know your fate at once—yet if she will but see you I think with such a person as your's, there can be little to fear.
Marquis. But they tell me she is so austere since this rigid vow—so awful—she will petrify me with a look.
Isabel. Pshaw—away, and see if the letters are come.
Marquis. I will, and if they are, and I gain admittance, I'm resolved I will obtain you a husband within a week, in return, my dear sister, for your kindness to me.[Exit Marquis.
Enter INIS.
Isabel. Well, Inis—I am impatient to hear—What success?
Inis. Delightful, Madam—I have been introduced to the young Countess—I first communicated the intelligence of the pretended plot forming against her to her waiting-woman, who was sufficiently alarmed at it, to take me to her Lady immediately.
Isabel. Well.
Inis. And so, Madam, as soon as I was introduced I fell a crying—I thought that was the best way.