LEONARD (_alone_).
I must marry her! Yet why must I? She’s going to do a mad trick
to keep her father from doing a mad trick. What need is there
for me to stop her by doing a madder trick still? I can’t agree
to it, not until I see the man before me who’ll anticipate me
by doing the maddest trick of all, and if he thinks as I do,
there’ll be no end to the business. That sounds quite clear,--and
yet--I must go after her! There’s some one at the door. Thank
God! Nothing’s worse than quarrelling with your own thoughts. A
rebellion in your head, when you beget snake after snake and each
one devours the other or bites off its tail, is the worst kind of
all.