"She goes with me by God: she is bound to me by the most sacred oaths: we are married: are we not dearest?" "Have you confessed to her," said Lady Margaret contemptuously? "Every thing."
"She loves you no doubt the better for your crimes." "She loves me. I do believe it," said Glenarvon, in an impassioned tone, and may the whole world, if she wishes it, know that by every art, by every power I possess, I have sought her: provided they also know," he continued with a sneer, "that I have won her. She may despise me; you may teach her to hate; but of this be assured—you cannot change me. Never, never was I so enslaved. Calantha, my soul, look on me.—Glenarvon kneels to you. I would even appear humble—weak, if it but gratify your vanity; for humility to you is now my glory—my pride."
"Calantha," said Lady Margaret, in a protecting tone, "are you not vain?"
