[Embarrassed.] But why should I suddenly go away, Marie?
Marie.
Go, George, I beg of you! I must lay the table!! Now go!
George.
Marie, you said yourself you had no one but me!
Marie.
If you do not want to despise me, please go----
George.
[With forced laugh.] I despise you? Very well--I'll go----
[Turns once more in the door and hesitatingly exits.]