Gil: But you ought to realize that he's fathering you,
undoing you utterly, orking through Egotism, to
destroy your inalienable self. Lock back for a
moment at the Margaretts you were; at the freedom
that was yours while you loved me. think of the
younger set who kethered about me and who belonged
no whit less to you? Do you never long for those
days? Do you never call to mind the small room with
its balcony....? Beneath us plunged the Isar....
(He seize her hand and presses near her)
Ahj
Marg:
All's not beyond recall. It need not be the Isar, need it?
Gil:
I have something to propose to you, Margarette. Tell him
when he returns that you still have some important matters
to arrange in Munish, and spend the time with mes Margarettes,
you are so lovely! We shall be happy again as then. Do
you remember (very near her) "Abandoned on thy breast and--
(retreating brusquely from him) Go, go away. No, No.
Marg:
Please go away. I don't love you anymore.
Oh, h'm—indeed! Oh, in that case I beg your pardon.(cause)
Gil:
Adieu, Margarette.
Adieu.
Margi
Won't you present me with a copy of your novel as a parting
Gil:
gift? As I have done?
It has'nt appeared yet. It won't be on sale before next
Marg:
week.
Pardon my inquisitiveness, what kind of a story is it?
Gil:
The story of my life. So voiled, to be sure, that I am
Marg:
in no danger of beingffenized.
I see, How did youmanage to do it?
Gil:
Very simply. For one thing, the herein is not a vriter
Marg:
but a painter.
Very clever.
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