Assuredly not, Madam, assuredly not. Only read and you will admit it yourself. Dissimulation is always cold, it is not capable of such tender words. (Marwood _reads_.) Do not grow suspicious, Mellefont, I beg. I pledge myself that my father cannot condescend to an artifice. He says nothing which he does not think, falseness is a vice unknown to him. MELLEFONT. Oh, of that I am thoroughly convinced, dearest Sara! You must pardon Lady Solmes for this suspicion, since she does not know the man whom it concerns. SARA (_whilst_ Marwood _returns the letter to her_). What do I see, my lady? You are pale! You tremble! What is the matter with you? MELLEFONT (_aside_). What anxiety I suffer? Why did I bring her here? MARWOOD. It is nothing but a slight dizziness, which will pass over. The night air on my journey must have disagreed with me. MELLEFONT. You frighten me! Would you not like to go into the air? You will recover sooner than in a close room. MARWOOD. If you think so, give me your arm! SARA. I will accompany your ladyship! MARWOOD. I beg you will not trouble to do so! My faintness will pass over immediately. SARA. I hope then, to see you again soon. MARWOOD. If you permit me (Mellefont _conducts her out_). SARA (_alone_). Poor thing! She does not seem exactly the most friendly of people; but yet she does not appear to be either proud or ill-tempered. I am alone again. Can I employ the few moments, while I remain so, better than by finishing my answer? (_Is about to sit down to write_.) Scene VI. Betty, Sara. BETTY. That was indeed a very short visit. SARA. Yes, Betty! It was Lady Solmes, a relation of my Mellefont. She was suddenly taken faint. Where is she now? BETTY. Mellefont has accompanied her to the door. SARA. She is gone again, then? BETTY. I suppose so. But the more I look at you--you must forgive my freedom, Miss--the more you seem to me to be altered. There is something calm, something contented in your looks. Either Lady Solmes must have been a very pleasant visitor, or the old man a very pleasant messenger. SARA. The latter, Betty, the latter! He came from my father. What a tender letter I have for you to read! Your kind heart has often wept with me, now it shall rejoice with me, too. I shall be happy again, and be able to reward you for your good services. BETTY.