Never mind, Lena, I will set the table myself!
Servant.
Will you? Very well!!! [Exit Servant.]
George.
[Enters. To Marie, who does not stir.] Remember what I told you. But come, come, this will never do! Don't stare at me like that----
Marie.
[Leaning on him and weeping.] Oh, George!
George.
[Stroking her hair.] That's it, dear, the tears will relieve you! Ah, I well know the anguish of an aching heart!