End of the First Act.

Ang. My dear uncle—

Ger. I tell you, go.

[ Exit Angelica, mortified.

Mad. I ask your pardon, sir.

Ger. [ Turning towards the door by which Angelica has gone out, but from time to time looking at Madame D.]

This is strange. This is impertinent. She wants to annoy me. There is another staircase for going down into the other apartment. I will shut up this door.

Mad. Do not be offended, sir; as to myself, I assure you—

Ger. [ He wants to go into his room, but not to pass Madame D., and says to Piccardo.] Tell me, is Dorval in my room?

Pic. Yes, sir.

Mad. [ Perceiving the embarrassment of Geronte, steps back.] Pass on, sir; I will not be in your way.

Ger. [ Passing, salutes her. ] My lady—I will shut up the door. [ Goes into his room, and Piccardo follows him.]

Mad. What a strange character! but it is not this that disturbs me. What distresses me is the anxious manner of my husband, and Angelica's words. I doubt; I fear; I wish to know the truth, and dread to discover it.

END OF THE FIRST ACT.