nce at the name which you will
find at the bottom of the page, it will be to me as though I had
written you the longest of letters."

MELLEFONT.

Curse the name! Would I had never heard it! Would it could be erased
from the book of the living!

NORTON (_reads on_).

"The labour of finding you out has been sweetened by the love which
helped me in my search."

MELLEFONT.

Love? Wanton creature! You profane the words which belong to virtue
alone.

NORTON (_continues_).

"Love has done more still"----

MELLEFONT.

I tremble----

NORTON.

"It has brought me to you"----

MELLEFONT.

Traitor, what are you reading? (_snatches the letter from his hand and
reads himself_). "I am here; and it rests with you, whether you will
await a visit from me, or whether you will anticipate mine by one from
you. Marwood." What a thunderbolt! She is here! Where is she? She
shall atone for this audacity with her life!

NORTON.

With her life? One glance from her and you will be again at her feet.
Take care what you do! You must not speak with her, or the misfortunes
of your poor young lady will be complete.

MELLEFONT.

O, wretched man that I am! No, I must speak with her! She would go even
into Sara's room in search of me, and would vent all her rage on the
innocent girl.

NORTON.

But, sir----

MELLEFONT.

Not a word! Let me see (_looking at the letter_) whether she has given
the address. Here it is! Come, show me the way! (_Exeunt_).

ACT II.

Scene I.--Marwood's _room in another inn_.

Marwood (_in negligee_), Hannah.

MARWOOD.

I hope Belfort has delivered the letter at the right address, Hannah?

HANNAH.

He has.

MARWOOD.

To him himself?

HANNAH.

To his servant.

MARWOOD.

I am all impatience to see what effect it will have. Do I not seem a
little uneasy to you, Hannah? And I am so. The traitor! But gently! I
must not on any account