Julia.
Are you up to some new trick now?
Pierre.
After I had accompanied him down the steps, he asked--very suddenly--to
see the park.
Julia.
The park----?
Pierre.
Yes. And he seemed to be searching every rose-bush as if to count
the number of blossoms that had been cut from it. Then--in the linden
lane--I kept pushing to the left--he kept pushing to the right,
straight for the pavilion. And as it stood before us----
Julia (_terrified_).
The pavilion?
Pierre.
Certainly.
Julia (_shuddering_).
So near!
Pierre.
He said he'd like to see the old thing once, from the inside.
Julia.
Good heavens! But he knows that's impossible--he knows your family
history!
Pierre.
And you may be sure that's how I put it to him.
Julia.
And what did he----?
Pierre.
He was silent--and went back.
Julia.