"Go!"
"Go! and I have only just arrived!—when——"
"I say, if you love me, you will seize on the first opportunity, good or bad, to leave this house."
"I really do not comprehend! Why, when your husband——"
"Oh! do not pronounce his name here!"
"Take courage—I share your scruples—I am here in this house—I will not breathe one word of love to you—I will say nothing that your father might not hear if he were present. What I request, Bertha, is, but some of those kind and tender words which you addressed to your brother Arnold in those long conversations which we three used to have at your father's."
"Hush!—some one is in the walk," said Bertha, with uneasiness.
"What a child you are!—it is the wind that moves the trees. See how the hail and rain are falling, and you have come out without your African cloak; that is a double error, for that burnous with a hood becomes you excessively."
"I left it in the vestibule; but I beseech you to return to the château."
"It is too far—the rain is falling—why should we not enter the châlet, there, and wait until this shower has passed over?"