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Which probably will not be successful after all.
MELLEFONT.
You always forbode the worst. No, the lady whom this also concerns is not disinclined to enter into a sort of agreement with me. The fortune is to be divided, and as she cannot enjoy the whole with me, she is willing to let me buy my liberty with half of it. I am every hour expecting the final intelligence, the delay of which alone has so prolonged our sojourn here. As soon as I receive it, we shall not remain here one moment longer. We will immediately cross to France, dearest Sara, where you shall find new friends, who already look forward to the pleasure of seeing and loving you. And these new friends shall be the witnesses of our union----
SARA.
They shall be the witnesses of our union? Cruel man, our union, then, is not to be in my native land? I shall leave my country as a criminal?
And as such, you think, I should have the courage to trust myself to the ocean. The heart of him must be calmer or more impious than mine, who, only for a moment, can see with indifference between himself and destruction, nothing but a quivering plank. Death would roar at me in every wave that struck against the vessel, every wind would howl its curses after me from my native sh.o.r.e, and the slightest storm would seem a sentence of death p.r.o.nounced upon me. No, Mellefont, you cannot be so cruel to me! If I live to see the completion of this agreement, you must not grudge another day, to be spent here. This must be the day, on which you shall teach me to forget the tortures of all these tearful days. This must be the sacred day--alas! which day will it be?
MELLEFONT.
But do you consider, Sara, that our marriage here would lack those ceremonies which are due to it?
SARA.
A sacred act does not acquire more force through ceremonies.
MELLEFONT.
But----
SARA.
I am astonished. You surely will not insist on such a trivial pretext?
O Mellefont, Mellefont! had I not made for myself an inviolable law, never to doubt the sincerity of your love, this circ.u.mstance might----But too much of this already, it might seem as if I had been doubting it even now.
MELLEFONT.
The first moment of your doubt would be the last moment of my life!
Alas, Sara, what have I done, that you should remind me even of the possibility of it? It is true the confessions, which I have made to you without fear, of my early excesses cannot do me honour, but they should at least awaken confidence. A coquettish Marwood held me in her meshes, because I felt for her that which is so often taken for love which it so rarely is. I should still bear her shameful fetters, had not Heaven, which perhaps did not think my heart quite unworthy to b.u.m with better flames, taken pity on me. To see you, dearest Sara, was to forget all Marwoods! But how dearly have you paid for taking me out of such hands!
I had grown too familiar with vice, and you know it too little----
SARA.
Let us think no more of it.
Scene VIII.
Norton, Mellefont, Sara.
MELLEFONT.
What do you want?
NORTON.
While I was standing before the house, a servant gave me this letter.
It is directed to you, sir!
MELLEFONT.
To me? Who knows my name here? (_looking at the letter_). Good heavens!
SARA.
You are startled.
MELLEFONT.
But without cause, Sara, as I now perceive. I was mistaken in the handwriting.
SARA.
May the contents be as agreeable to you as you can wish.
MELLEFONT.
I suspect that they will be of very little importance.
SARA.
One is less constrained when one is alone, so allow me to retire to my room again.
MELLEFONT.
You entertain suspicions, then, about it?
SARA.
Not at all, Mellefont.
MELLEFONT (_going with her to the back of the stage_).
I shall be with you in a moment, dearest Sara.
Scene IX.
Mellefont, Norton.
MELLEFONT (_still looking at the letter_).
Just Heaven!
NORTON.
Woe to you, if it is only just!