Out of her love for you.
Fel. ’Twas kind of her:
But yet not kindness, Anna, to delude me
Into a selfish ignorance of your pain.
Enough, you are better now?
Anna. Indeed.
Fel. That’s well.
But, by the way, what meant you by ‘your love,’
And ‘not dishonouring me?’
Anna. ‘My love,’ and ‘not