Marie.
Even so! We must be brave; not for mine--but for your sake, George.
George.
Why did you say that? What do you think of me?
Marie.
I think you are hard-hearted.
George.
And yet you love me?
Marie.
Yes, I love you, for your own sake. For you have had to struggle and fight--and that is what made you what you are. I have also fought and struggled; but I have lost faith in myself--lost faith in everything. If you only knew!! Sometimes I am afraid of myself--sometimes I would commit murder, so restless and without peace I am.