Helene. Oh, freedom is only comparative—but now you are with me. I needed some one to whom I could talk. Yet I did not renounce Lassalle until he failed to rescue me—he did not even answer my letter——
Maid. Possibly he did not receive it!
Helene. But you bribed the porter!
Maid. True; but some one may have paid him more!
Helene. Listen, do you still think it possible that Lassalle has not forgotten me?
Maid. Not only possible, but probable. A man of his intellect would guess that the letter you wrote was forced from you.
Helene. A lawyer surely would understand that for things done in terrorem one is not responsible. Now see what I am doing—yesterday I hoped never again to see Lassalle, and now I am planning and praying he will come to me.
Maid. Your heart is with Lassalle.
Helene. It seems so.
Maid. Then God will bring it about, and you shall be united.