HELENE. To meet at my father's house.
LASSALLE. At the day and hour next week that you shall name.
HELENE. Even so.
[They hold hands, look into each other's eyes wistfully and
solemnly. Both rise and walk off the stage in opposite directions.
Lassalle hesitates, stops and looks back at her as if he expected
she would turn and command him to go with her. She does not command
him, and he goes off the stage alone, slowly and with a dejected
air, which for him is unusual.]
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