George.
Can you hear it this far?
Marie.
At night you can!
George.
[Sinks into chair L. of table, back to audience.]
My God! what shall we do now?
Marie.
[Softly.] I will tell you what we will do! We will sit still here--quietly--till the next train--till four o'clock!!!!
Throws herself upon George, passionately kissing him.]