Enquire not about me, I beseech you! After midnight, perhaps—but rise not when I knock at the door. In the morning—daylight will be dawning on the sky when I see you again. Farewell, farewell! and may heaven have pity upon us! [Exit hastily.
MRS. ARDEN (running after him).
I cannot let him go: there is something in his words that alarm me.
ARDEN (pulling her back).
Do not go after him, nor prevent him from following his own generous impulse, noble creature! There is some person whom he hopes to interest strongly in my favour;—some of his school-fellows, perhaps, connected with people in power. It is vain, indeed; yet let him follow his own ideas. He will have satisfaction afterwards in having made the attempt.
