If they only had----!
George.
And see the pale moon--how it throws its silvery rays over the garden--and yonder is your manzanillo-tree.
Marie.
Yes, yes, do you see it?
George.
And its white, trembling leaves; see, see, each one seems alive--though not a breath of air is stirring. Come, let us go to it.
Marie.
[Cowering.] No, no, I think it is time--we must----