AMELIA. "You are in tears, Amelia!" These were his very words--and spoken with such expressionsuch a voice!--oh, it summoned up a thousand dear remembrances!--scenes of past delight, as in my youthful days of happiness, my golden spring-tide of love. The nightingale sung with the same sweetness, the flowers breathed the same delicious fragrance, as when I used to hang enraptured on his neck.* *[Here, in the acting edition, is added, 'Assuredly, if the spirits of the departed wander among the living, then must this stranger be Charles's angel!'] Ha! false, perfidious heart! And dost thou seek thus artfully to veil thy perjury? No, no! begone forever from my soul, thou sinful image! I have not broken my oath, thou only one! Avaunt, from my soul, ye treacherous impious wishes! In the heart where Charles reigns no son of earth may dwell. But why, my soul, dost thou thus constantly, thus obstinately turn towards this stranger? Does he not cling to my heart in the very image of my only one! Is he not his inseparable companion in my thoughts? "You are in tears, Amelia?" Ha! let me fly from him!-- --fly!--never more shall my eyes behold this stranger! [CHARLES opens the garden gate.] AMELIA (starting). Hark! hark! did I not hear the gate creak? (She perceives CHARLES and starts up.) He?--whither?--what? I am rooted to the spot,--I can not fly! Forsake me not, good Heaven! No! thou shalt not tear me from my Charles! My soul has no room for two deities, I am but a mortal maid! (She draws the picture of CHARLES from her bosom.) Thou, my Charles! be thou my guardian angel against this stranger, this invader of our loves! At thee will I look, at thee, nor turn away my eyes--nor cast one sinful look towards him! (She sits silent, her eyes fixed upon the picture.) CHARLES. You here, Lady Amelia?--and so sad? and a tear upon that picture? (AMELIA gives him no answer.) And who is the happy man for whom these silver drops fall from an angel's eyes? May I be permitted to look at--(He endeavors to look at the picture.) AMELIA. No--yes--no! CHARLES (starting back). Ha--and does he deserve to be so idolized? Does he deserve it? AMELIA. Had you but known him! CHARLES. I should have envied him. AMELIA. Adored, you mean. CHARLES. Ha!