Well, you know that if a bride cannot laugh on her wedding day, she loves another----
George.
Why, nonsense----
Gertrude.
[Unshaken.] Oh, yes, George; I read it myself. And even if you do, George, I feel so--my love for you is so great, it could move mountains. I love you so dearly---- She will surely learn to forget you, I will love you so much.
George.
But, my pet----
Gertrude.
No, no, George. You see, I don't blame you so much. How could I? For what am I, compared to other women?--George, does she love you so very much?