Gertrude.
For you see, I am still so young--and think, how ill-mannered I was
only this morning! I was so sorry afterwards--but I do love to laugh.
[_Laughs_.]
Marie.
[_With strange y desperate tone of voice_.] And you shall
laugh--laugh--laugh--so--so!!!!!!!
Gertrude.
Mama, too, insists that my love for him is only that of a child and not
of a woman and a bride; but you see she would rather I'd not marry at
all and so remain at home with her all my life. But you will be good to
her, won't you? You will soon be her only one.
Marie.