George.
Yes, thank heaven! But you must not imagine for a moment that the book
contains anything I am ashamed of; on the contrary, I consider it so
sacred I would not have it desecrated by a stranger's eye. About four
years ago, something occurred within me--within my soul. No one
knows--no one could even guess, and no one shall ever know.
Marie.
No one? Not even I?
George.
No, not even you. But where is the book? Give it to me!
Marie.
[_Turns up stage and takes it from her bosom_.] Here it is.
George.
How shall I ever thank you?
Marie.