"You have done well, Madam, (said D'Elmont, looking on her with Eyes
sparkling with Indignation) you have done well, by your impertinent
Curiosity and Imprudence, to rouze me from my Dream of Happiness, and
remind me that I am that wretched thing a Husband! 'Tis well indeed,
answer'd Alovisa, (who saw now that there was no need of farther
Dissimulation) that any thing can make you remember, both what you
are, and what I am. You, resum'd he, hastily interrupting her, have
taken an effectual Method to prove your self a Wife!--a very Wife!--
Insolent--Jealous--and Censorious!--But Madam, continued he frowning,
since you are pleased to assert your Privilege, be assur'd, I too
shall take my turn, and will exert the--Husband! In saying this, he
flung out of the Room in spite of her Endeavours to hinder him, and
going hastily through a Gallery which had a large Window that look'd
into the Garden, he perceiv'd Melliora lying on a green Bank, in a
melancholy but a charming Posture, directly opposite to the place
where he was; her Beauties appear'd, if possible more to advantage
than ever he had seen them, or at least he had more opportunity thus
unseen by her, to gaze upon them: he in a moment lost all the Rage of
Temper he had been in, and his whole Soul was taken up with
Softness.... Ambition, Envy, Hate, Fear, or Anger, every other Passion
that finds entrance in the Soul, Art and Discretion may disguise; but
Love, tho' it may be feign'd, can never be conceal'd, not only the
Eyes (those true and most perfect Intelligencers of the Heart) but
every Feature, every Faculty betrays it! It fills the whole Air of the
Person possess'd of it; it wanders round the Mouth! plays in the
Voice! trembles in the Accent! and shows itself a thousand different
ways! even Melliora's care to hide it, made it more apparent; and the
transported D'Elmont, not considering where he was, or who might be a
witness of his Rapture, could not forbear catching her in his Arms,