Yes, you know, you know all! Now I have no one in this whole world but you--you alone. [As she bursts out crying she throws herself on his breast.]
George.
[Stroking her hair.] Yes, yes; we two understand each other. We two were meant, were intended for each other. Were we not, dear?
Marie.
My God! Yes!!
George.
And we will ever remember this day--the day that brought us together. It is the day before St. John's Eve. Will you remember it, dear? [Short pause. Marie silent, then struggles to free herself.]
Marie.
Don't, George! Go away! Please don't!