Desmond
What's that?
Lucy
I told you, that to facilitate your marriage with Arabella, the
Countess, who protects you both, has pulled a thousand strings to
prove to my mistress that your uncle is dead. Mrs. Bramble is so sure
of being a widow that she put on mourning yesterday, sir.
Desmond
What are you telling me?
Lucy
I'm telling you business that concerns both of us. For the thirty gold
crowns you promised me has the same appeal to me that Arabella has for
you. Listen to me, then--. To help us, you must hide from our widow
the love you have for Arabella, for if she suspects you love her
niece--
Desmond
I know all that. I've been through it just now with the Countess.
Lucy
Sir, pardon my useless talk. I ought first to talk of the charms of
this young beauty who--
Desmond
What charms she has, Lucy, what charms! She has so many!
Lucy
The most pretty little charms. Not fifteen years old, these charms,
and new ones added every day. And, you will marry all of them soon.
Desmond
It's the greatest misfortune that can happen to me.
Lucy
A misfortune to possess something you love so much! Here's one of your
bizarre refinements. You are the most reasonable gentleman in
England--but you've no common sense.
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