Open windows! let in the air!
Avonia.
[To Rose, who is standing above the wreck of the card-table.] Good-bye, my dear——
Rose.
No, no, 'Vonia. Oh, don't leave me behind you!
Arthur.
Rose.
Rose.
Oh, I'm very sorry, Arthur. [To Sir William.] Indeed, I am very sorry, Sir William. But you are right—gypsies—gypsies! [To Arthur.] Yes, Arthur, if you were a gypsy, as I am, as these friends o' mine are, we might be happy together. But I've seen enough of your life, my dear boy, to know that I'm no wife for you. I should only be wretched, and would make you wretched; and the end, when it arrived, as it very soon would, would be much as it is to-night-!