Countess
Arabella will leave tomorrow for Scotland.
Widow
I consent, but--
Countess
And your nephew to Wales--
Bramble
That's what I want--but--
Countess
Why then, are you both irritated, when I do what contents each of you?
Lucy
Madame doesn't want to be separated from her only niece.
Tuneless
The gentleman always wishes to see his dear nephew.
Countess
I don't believe that you love them at all. Yet--your tenderness for
them gives me an idea. It would keep them here. I'll marry them to
each other--if you give your consent to it.
Tuneless
This marriage would enrage your wife, and--Arabella would always be
where you could get at her.
Lucy
This marriage would punish your husband, and someday, with Desmond
about, you might--
Countess
You hesitate at this second proposition. That makes me suspect--
Widow
Not at all, Madame.
Bramble
You deceive yourself.
Countess
What then made you stop?
Widow
Because, Madame, having destined my wealth for a husband who is
unspeakably dear to me--
Bramble
Yes, Madame, and to protect mine for a loving spouse--
Countess
Oh, I'm delighted to be deceived in my suspicions. I see the point
that causes you hesitation.
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