Think of this, dear Robert, for it kills me to see you so miserable.
Dear! you call me dear, only because you pity me.
I call thee dear, because—because
——Out on thee, Robert Kennedy! hast thou no more generosity than this? (
Bursting into tears.)
DUNGARREN (catching her in his arms, then unclasping her suddenly and dropping on his knee).
O forgive me, forgive me! I have treated thee ungenerously and unjustly: forgive me, my own sweet girl!
I will not only forgive thee, but tell thee every thing when I am at liberty to do so. Let us now separate; I have need of rest.
[He leads her towards the house, caressing her hand tenderly as they go; then exeunt severally.
