Festus. Beautiful, beautiful! Madam, this, too, affects me.
Stella. How?
Festus. When I think “it might have been.”
Stella. Then I wouldn’t think of it, if I were you. What shall we have now?
Festus. Suppose we read together.
Stella. Together?
Festus. Yes, a scene from some play. There’s “The Marble Heart.”
Stella. Oh, there’s nothing in that but love-scenes!
Festus. It’s a favorite play with me; and I have been thinking, while you were reading, that the character of “Marco” is one in which you might excel.
Stella. Indeed! I have studied the character.