Marie.
Pastor, how am I to understand this?
Pastor.
Marie, I know I should not have spoken, at least not now. I should have
waited--it was stupid of me, I know; but I have such a fear--a fear for
you. You are going to the city to-night and I don't know what may
happen! But you shall know before you go, where you belong and that
your future is assured!
Marie.
[_With a sigh of relief--almost a sob_.] Ah--ah--ah----!
Pastor.
Marie, I do not want an answer now. Besides, I must first notify
my father. Though he is but a simple farmer, he shall not be
slighted-- Marie----
Marie.
[_Shrinking--dully_.] Yes, that is--perhaps--what I need--ah! [_Sinks
in chair_.]
Pastor.
Why, what is the matter? Shall I get you a glass of water? Or would you
prefer wine?
Marie.
[_With an effort_.] Wine--wine--there--in the bowl! [_He helps her--she
drinks_.] Thank you! [_Stirred_.] No one has ever waited on me before!
Pastor.