George (from the tea table, to Alice and Yvonne). I’ll go for some lemons. (He goes out.)
Maud. What a mistake to have married, Camele!
Camele. No, it was not a mistake. I’m not sorry even now. (Sits up.)
Maud. Camele, Camele!
Camele. Well, it’s the truth, I’m not.
Maud. But what will you do—where will you live?
Camele. I don’t know yet.
Maud (after a pause, in a pleading voice). Come with us for a while.
Camele. Maud, all right—to-night—just to-night until I have time to think.
Maud. As long as you like—Alice is used to me protecting widows and children. (She puts her arm around Camele.)