(Exit Tuneless. Enter Widow from another direction.)
Widow
Where are you at, Lucy? You've abandoned me in my rage. I am furious
against the Countess.
Lucy
That is to say, against your husband.
Widow
To deceive me, to betray me. He wanted me to die--the cruel man--the
traitor.
Lucy
Oh, yes, more a traitor than the Countess. But, your husband also
deserves your rage. First of all, because he is alive--and because he
is unfaithful. But for fear that he may realize you are also
unfaithful, feign, Madame, as I have told you.
Widow
I tremble with fear that he suspects me. Perhaps, in my mourning, I
innocently called on Desmond.
Lucy
Innocently, of course. But now virtue and propriety insist, that in
the batting of an eye, change your love into esteem. And, if your
husband should eventually die, you may, in another bat of an eye,
change your esteem into love.
Widow
Your advice is so wise. I will follow it. And send Arabella a hundred
leagues from here.
Lucy
So. Let's go, embrace your husband as if nothing happened.
Widow
It will be very hard to hide my anger.
(Enter Tuneless and Bramble.)
Lucy
Here he is. Recall all the feelings you had on your wedding day.
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