George.
She is waiting, behind yonder garden hedge.
Marie.
My God! Do not keep her waiting any longer; call her in here.
George.
Gertrude is still in the house.
Marie.
I will get her out of the way. When I appear out there on the veranda, the coast is clear!!
George.
Marie, for your own sake, I warn you for the last time; discovery means certain disaster.