George.
Am I, then, to understand----
Marie.
My God! Have you not Gertrude? But now I saw her in your arms! What do you want with me?
George.
I must speak with you----
Marie.
Not now----
Gertrude.
[Re-enters.] Here are the hairpins. [Marie takes them.] I have also brought my dressing-sacque and combs. Now we will excuse you for a little while, George dear. You can give your judgment later.