AGNES. No, I've never been a crying woman. But some great change has
befallen me, I believe. What is it? That swoon--it wasn't mere
faintness, giddiness; it was this change coming over me!
LUCAS. You are not unhappy?
AGNES. [Wiping her eyes.] No, I--I don't think I am. Isn't that
strange?
LUCAS. My dearest, I'm happy to hear you say that, for you've made me
very happy.