Pierre.
Yes, yes--anything, for all I care! But go! Leave my property! Insult
me, spit on me,--but go!
Julia.
And what then? What then?
Pierre.
Can't you write to him? Tell him that you have come back from your
little journey--that you have reconsidered--that you can't live without
him. Tell him to forget--and all shall be as it was before.--Now,
wouldn't that be splendid?
Julia.
Now when he suspects?--When he can follow me, step by step, here to
this pavilion and back again? (_Contemptuously._) Splendid!
Pierre.
Then try something else!--Oh, now I have it! Now I have it!
Julia.
Speak, Pierre, for God's sake, speak! I'll love you as--! Speak! Speak!
Pierre.
You know him. His heart is soft?
Julia.