Ger. Listen to me, Constance. I am going to Garibaldi. He wants soldiers. I must not live an idle life any longer.—We must part, Constance.—Good-bye, my darling!
Con. No, no; not yet; we'll talk about it by-and-by. You see I shall have ever so many things to make for you before you can go! (smiling).
Ger. Garibaldi can't wait, Constance—and I can't wait. I shall die if I stop here.
Con. Oh, Arthur, you are in some trouble, and you won't tell me what it is, so I can't help you!
Ger. I shall be killed, I know. I mean to be. Will you think of me sometimes? Give me one kiss. I may have a last kiss.
Con. (weeping.) My heart will break if you talk like that, Arthur. I will do anything you please. There's something wrong, dreadfully wrong! And it must be my fault!—Oh! there's that man! (starting up.) He shall not come here.
[Runs to the house-door, and stands listening, with her hand on
the key.]
END OF ACT I. [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
ACT II.
SCENE.—A street in Mayfair. MRS. CLIFFORD'S house. A pastrycook's shop. Boys looking in at the window.