Gil: Oh, I do not wish to intrude any further.
Gil: Madame, --Baren, may I offer you a copy of my
book, as a taken that all ill-feeling between us
has vanished? As a feeble sign of my sympathy, Baron?
Clem: You're very good, Mr. Gilbert. I must, however, tell
you that this is going to be the last, or the one
before the last--that I ever intend to read.
Gil: The one before the last?
Clem: Yes.
Marg: And what's the last going to be?
Clem: Yours, my love. (draws, an advance copy from his
packet) I whoedled an advance copy from Kunigel
to bring to you or, rather, to both of us. (Margaret)
and Gilbert exchange sacred glances.)
Marg: How good of you! (taking the book) Yes, it's mine.
Clem: We will read it together.
Marg: No, Clement, no. I cannot accept so much kindness.
( she knows the book into the fireplace.) I don’t
want to hear of this sort of thing any more.
Very joyfull But, dear madame!
Gil:
(going toward the Elreplace) Margareter, what have you
Clem:
done?
(in front of the fireplace, through her arms about
Marg:
Clement) Now, do you believe that I love you!
(Most gleeful) It appears that I'm entirely de trop
Gil:
here. Dear madame--Baron--(to himself) Pituthough.
that I must miss the conclusion! (goes out)
tain.