Gertrude.
What are you saying?
Marie.
[_As_ George _enters_.] There he is!
[Gertrude _runs towards him_. Marie _takes a few steps, then
hesitates and stops_.]
Gertrude.
[_Pulling him, as she runs towards him_.] Oh, George!!! [_Then_]
Confound you!
George.
[_Reproachfully_.] _Gertrude!!!!!!_
Gertrude.
[_Crushed_.] Why, what did I say?
George.
[_Lovingly_.] Now listen to me, little one. Such language may be
excusable in your papa, but never in my bride.
Gertrude.
[_Pouting_.] Everything I say seems to displease you. You never find
fault with Marie! You can go and marry her!!!
George.
Marie does not want to marry me.
Marie.
My very best thanks, George!
George.
For what?
Marie.
[_Picking up bouquet_.] For this!
George.
Oh, don't mention it.
Marie.
Were you out in the fields?
George.
Yes.
Gertrude.
Yes, papa is angry with you, too. He is looking for you!
George.
Oh yes--I know----! Well?
Marie.
In what direction did you go?
George.