George.
[_Enters. To_ Marie, _who does not stir_.] Remember what I told you.
But come, come, this will never do! Don't stare at me like that----
Marie.
[_Leaning on him and weeping_.] Oh, George!
George.
[_Stroking her hair_.] That's it, dear, the tears will relieve you! Ah,
I well know the anguish of an aching heart!
Marie.
Yes, you know, you know all! Now I have no one in this whole world but
you--you alone. [_As she bursts out crying she throws herself on his
breast_.]
George.
[_Stroking her hair_.] Yes, yes; we two understand each other. We two
were meant, were intended for each other. Were we not, dear?
Marie.
My God! Yes!!
George.
And we will ever remember this day--the day that brought us together.
It is the day before St. John's Eve. Will you remember it, dear?
[_Short pause_. Marie _silent, then struggles to free herself_.]
Marie.
Don't, George! Go away! Please don't!
George.
[_Embarrassed_.] But why should I suddenly go away, Marie?
Marie.
Go, George, I beg of you! I must lay the table!! Now go!
George.
Marie, you said yourself you had no one but me!
Marie.