Marie.
Yes, there was--I can see it in your face!! Was it Gertrude?
George.
No.
Marie.
Then it was papa?
George.
No, no.
Marie.
George, you are as pale as death; What has happened? Tell me!
George.
Nothing, nothing! There was a stranger in the garden--I sent him away.
Marie.
What stranger?
George.
[_Pained_.] Do not ask me!
Marie.
[_Dully_.] Oh, I know--I know! It was--my mother----
George.