You are going to think it over, and you'll let me know to-morrow morning?
JOHANNA
Yes. (She looks long at him)
SALA
What is the matter?
JOHANNA
Nothing.—Until to-morrow. Farewell. (He accompanies her to the garden gate, through which she disappears)
SALA (comes back and stands looking into the pool)
Just as if I wanted to find her image in it.... What could it be that moved her so deeply?... Happiness?... No, it wasn't happiness.... Why did she look at me like that? Why did she seem to shrink? There was something in her glance like a farewell forever. (He makes a sudden movement as of fright) Has it come to that with me?... But how can she know?... Then others must know it too...! (He stands staring into space; then he ascends the terrace slowly and goes into the drawing-room, from which he returns a few moments later accompanied by Julian)
JULIAN