William.
Have you ever,—Ida,—have you ever seen a vaulted tomb hung with wreaths and—
Ida (shocked).
Oh William! (quite beside herself, throws her arms about him) that is bad of you!—that is too bad! that is really too, too bad of you!
William (putting her gently from him with suppressed emotion).
All that means nothing, nothing at all. (Coldly repelling her.) Be reasonable, be reasonable!
Ida.
Oh! what is the matter with you!
William (looking through the tree).
Everything else is as it used to be. Ida, you must really, really remember what this all means to me.