Young Wife
Good-by…
Young Man
(Suddenly anxious again) And what will you—tell him to-night?—
Young Wife
Don’t ask me … don’t ask me … it’s too terrible.—Why do I love you so?—Good-by—If I meet any one again on the stairway, I shall faint.—Ugh!
Young Man
(Kisses her hand for the last time)
Young Wife