MABEL. Had the visit been in any other character, do you think he would have chosen for it the day of my arrival?
POM. Certainly not, if he knew you were coming.
MABEL. And he did know; why here (seeing letters on table L.) are my letters announcing my intention to start—my progress on the road—the last written from Barnet, only yesterday.
[While speaking she has gone to the salver, and hastily taken the letters, which she offers Pomander with triumph. He takes them with an uncertain air, looks at them—gives them back to her—after a pause—
POM. (coolly). The seals have not been broken, Madam.
MABEL (bursting into tears). Unopened! It is too true! Flung aside unread! and I have learned by heart every word he ever wrote to me. Sir, you have struck down the hope and trust of my life without remorse. May heaven forgive you!
POM. Madam! let me, who have learned to adore you——
MABEL. I may no longer hold a place in my husband’s heart—but I am still mistress of his house—leave it, Sir!
POM. Your wishes are my law (going),—but here they come! (crosses to L.) Use the right of a wife, watch them unseen, and you will soon learn whether I am mistaken, or you misinformed.
MABEL (violently). No! I will not dog my husband’s steps at the bidding of his treacherous friend (watches Pomander out).