24.
Gil: Eh? What do you mean?
Marg: (very much excited, put her hat on tightly) Everything
can be as it once was. You've said it. It need'nt be the
Isar-well, I'm ready.
Gil: Sheer madness! Out it--what's the meaning of this?
Did 'nt you yourself say a minute ago that he'd find me
anywhere. If you're with me, he’ll have no difficulty
in finding you too. I would'nt it be better if each....
Wirdch! Now you want to leave me in the a lurchj Why,
Marg:
only a few minutes ago you were on your knew before me.
I have you no conscience?
Gil: What's the use? I am a sick nervous man added to
hypochondria – –(Margarett at the window utters a cry)
Gil: What's up? What will the general's widow think?
It's ho. He's coming back.
Marg:
Well, then--
Gil:
What? You intend to go?
Marg:
I didn't come here to pay the baron a visit.
Gil:
Marg: He'll encounter you on the Guirs. That would be worse.
ta. I refuse to be saorified alone.
Now don’t lese your senses. Why do you themble like that?
Gil-
It's quite absurd to believe that he’s already gone through
both novels. Calm yourself. Remove your hat. Off with
yourrsloak. (assists her) If he catches you in this
faame of mind, he can't help but suspect.
It's all the same to me. Better new than later. I can’t
Marg:
bear waiting and waiting for the terrible event. I'm going
to tell him everything right away.
Gil:
Everything?
Yes. And while you are still here. If I make a clear
Marg:
breast of everything now maybe he’ll forgive me.
And me--what about me? I have a higher mission in the
Gil:
world, I think, than to suffer myself to be shet down
like a mad by a jealous baron. (the bell rings)
Marg: It’s he! It's hei