Gertrude.
No, no, George. You see, I don't blame you so much. How could I? For
what am I, compared to other women?--George, does she love you so very
much?
George.
Who?
Gertrude.
Oh, you know. But don't worry, George dear; she will forget you in
time! Don't you remember Robert, our neighbor's son? He threatened to
kill himself if I didn't marry him, and he has already forgotten me!
And to-day, when we stand at the altar, at the Doxology and the
exchange of rings, I will nudge you softly, and then we will both pray
to our good Father in heaven to make it easy for her; for no one shall
be unhappy on this day! Why, George, you are crying!!!!
George.
Crying--I?
Gertrude.
Why, yes! Here are two large tears running down your cheek. [_Wipes his
eyes with her handkerchief_.] So there----
George.
Tell me, my pet; and if we should be parted, after all?
Gertrude.
How could that be possible?
George.