“I deceive thee! never, Elvira.”
“I tremble; why? Is misfortune near?”
“No—no; be joyful. Love smiles beneficently upon us.”
“How—how long is it since I saw thee?”
“Three weary months.”
“No, no; three centuries of sighs and agony. And have I not called to thee—Arthur—Arthur—return!”
“But she was in danger, and I saved her.”
“And—and thou lovdst her?”
“I?—her?”
“Is she not thy wife?”