Marie.
[Softly--happily.] I thought the fires were out--and you had forgotten me--and now you want me?
George.
[Softly.] Are you not mine? Are you not my wife in the eyes of heaven?
Marie.
Yes, but in the eyes of the world it is Gertrude!
George.
Must it, then, be so?
Marie.
[Doubtingly.] Go--go--you love her----