George.
So much more reason. [_Stroking her hair_.] What beautiful hair
you have, dear!
Gertrude.
[_Happily_.] Do you like it?
George.
And in the second place, I will have none other than you. We will
love each other very much. At first you will be my playmate--and
then--later, perhaps--my real mate. Are you satisfied?
Gertrude.
Yes, dear!
George.
And now, you must go to bed!
Gertrude.
Then I will wrap myself in my hair--and I will dream of you and what
you said--that it is beautiful--and so I will fall asleep. Good-night,
George dear!
George.
[_Kisses her on the forehead_.] Good-night!
[_He gloomily takes position at table with a sigh when_ Gertrude
_exits, covering his face with his hands_. Marie _enters
softly_.]
George.