Widow
I feel, also, that my love for you--I don't know how to say it. Huh--
how I hate the Countess.
Bramble
This is like a renewal of the feelings I had for you when we first
met.
Widow
Yes. It's like a second honeymoon.
Tuneless
A posthumous marriage.
Bramble
A renewal of my love. Yes, I also wish to take these little
precautions that will assure you are cared for properly when I die.
Widow
I want you to survive me to enjoy my wealth. All that you deserve of
it.
Bramble
As, so as to no longer have to put up with the presence of anyone
around me who might take something from you when I die, I've decided
to send my nephew to the Indies.
Widow (with surprise and spite)
And, for the same reason, I--I am going to marry Arabella a hundred
leagues from here.
Bramble
You tell me that with a little spite. It's innocently that I speak to
you of separating from Desmond.
Widow
And, I have nothing but pure good intentions in separating from
Arabella.
(Enter the Countess's Maid.)
Maid
Here is the Countess, coming to rejoice. We are going to sing and
dance all night. It's not only for the three marriages I see on the
agency, WE are ready for a wedding, you see.
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