Mrs. Townly:
Yes.
Lucas:
I know what I would tell myself about that matter.
Mrs. Townly:
Well, Lucas?
Lucas:
But my thoughts, your husband's thoughts, your daughter's thoughts--
I'm not going to tell you. Not even if you cry.
Mrs. Townly:
Lucas, I beg you, tell me.
Lucas:
You're not going to find out a thing. I see you coming. You're always
trying to find out the yes and the no. I will marry her. I will not
marry her. What did he say? What did she say? and all that just so you
can see the road others are taking so you can cross them.
Mrs. Townly:
On the contrary, I am always going the right way, and each of you
turns away from me from malice. And in a word I know they have made
some plan contrary to mine. But I see my daughter coming and I must
talk to her again. Halloo, Angelica, halloo. Come here for a minute.
Lucas: (exiting)
I am going to see Mr. Townly in the arbor.
Angelica: (entering)
What do you want me for, mother?
Mrs. Townly:
To speak to you again, daughter.
Angelica:
I'm always ready to listen to you.
Mrs. Townly:
I can complain about you every way because you are a dissimulator,
while I am good, and reasonable.
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