WILFRED Be cautious, my dear Master!


MARMADUKE I perceive
That fear is like a cloak which old men huddle
About their love, as if to keep it warm.


WILFRED Nay, but I grieve that we should part. This Stranger,
For such he is--


MARMADUKE Your busy fancies, Wilfred,
Might tempt me to a smile; but what of him?


WILFRED You know that you have saved his life.


MARMADUKE I know it.


WILFRED And that he hates you!--Pardon me, perhaps
That word was hasty.


MARMADUKE Fy! no more of it.