ment, he has haunted us like a malevolent spirit, to enjoy our misfortunes and distress.
MADALINE.
Can he be so wicked?
MRS. ARDEN.
Without being able directly to accuse him of one unfriendly office, something within my breast has always whispered this to me. But Arden, my poor Arden, thought otherwise; and it was the only thing that ever caused disagreement between us. I enjoyed the confidence of my husband till he became so intimate with him, and from that time I have been kept in the dark regarding all his schemes and transactions. Judge, then, with what heart I shall put my trust in Robinair!
MADALINE.
Try him, however: put his friendship to the proof.
MRS. ARDEN.
I mean to do so, Madaline: I have already sent to him, and expect him every moment. (Listening.) Is there not somebody coming?—A heavy footstep—his step! Now must I hold down this proud heart within me, and be supplicant to him whom I despise.
