George.
[Bitterly,] How? Of course, how should I? I don't know! Pardon me! Well, I congratulate you!
Marie.
[Quietly.] Thank you!
George.
But why am I the first one to be taken into your confidence? Why not uncle? We two have not been so intimate as----
Marie.
No, we two have not been very intimate--I only thought----
George.
So, then, we have both our burden; and we soon will have to part. Therefore we can now safely speak of the past. My manuscript you read! You even went so far as to perjure yourself on account of it. Oh, you don't mind a little thing like that! I wish I were the same! You know the subject of my verses, and we must now understand each other fully. Now, tell me openly, why, why did you treat me so unkindly, to say nothing worse, in former days?