Edwin. How could I ever look into that sweet, wrinkled face, and meet those reverend eyes, knowing that I was asking him to receive as a daughter one who had never even once strayed from the paths of virtue?
Angelina. I see it all now, good-bye.
Edwin. Good-bye.
Angelina (as he is going). Edwin, come back.
Edwin. Ah! don't torture me, I can bear no more!
Angelina. But what if I were to tell you that this confession, so humiliating to us both, was but a ruse to test the strength of your devotion.
Edwin. Ah, don't raise a false hope within me, only to plunge me again in the abyss of despair.
Angelina. But this is no false hope.
Edwin (eagerly). What do you mean?
Angelina (burying her head on his shoulder). I mean that I been no better than I should be.