And she, I fear, loves him. But then his father
Is proud as Lucifer, and selfish too.
Ambition makes the generous nature selfish.
He'll ne'er consent his only son should wed
The portionless daughter of a pedagogue.
No, no. I'll tot these bitter waters out.
I'll give the judge an inkling of the matter.
I'll write a note--he'll think it comes from Belcour.
If I can drive young Bolton from the field,
Then Isabelle is mine.--I'll do it.

(_As_ PAWLETT _is going out, Enter_ DR. MARGRAVE
_and_ REV. PAUL GODFREY.)

GODFREY.
You say Judge Bolton lives in princely style.
Is he a married man?

MARGRAVE.
He has been married;--
Most happily married, too. His wife was one
Of those pure beings, gentle, wise, and firm.
That mould our sex to highest hopes and aims.
He loved her as the devotee his saint:
And from the day he wed he trod life's path
As one who came to conquer.

GODFREY.
I see it now.
The motive to excel was all he needed.