I care not for the rest, though death and hell
Should stand at the goal to seize me.
[Exit violently.
PAWLETT (looking after him).
The fool!
He's in a furious mood—and let him rave—
He'll never win his way with Isabelle.
My chances there are better, but not good.
Young Bolton's in my way. He loves her well;
And she, I fear, loves him. But then his father