Marie.
Am I?
George.
Marie dear, I am with you. No one shall harm you!
Marie.
Oh, it is not that.
George.
What, then?
Marie.
Oh, I don't know. It has suddenly come over me so---- [_Starts_.] Sh!
He's coming!
[_Noise. Scuffling of feet and smothered cries are heard_.]
George.
What is it?
Marie.
In God's name, be still!
Gypsy.
[_Calling for help_.] Mine daughter! Mine Mamie! My Mamie!!
Marie.
Hear? Hear? _My mother_! They are taking her away--to prison! Sh! Be
still! No, no; don't open the door! Be quiet! Be quiet!
Gypsy.
[_Not as loud as before_.] Oh, mine daughter! My Mamie--my Mamie----!
[_Dying out_.]
George.
Will you not go out to her, no matter what she has done?
Marie.