George.
Yes, I do love her. How could I help that? Do you not also love her?
Marie.
[Bitterly.] Ah, I don't know. A few moments ago, when I saw her in your arms--and you wept, too--only, because you love her!! Oh, but I can bear it!! I will bear it like--like--ah!---- But there--that is no one's affair but mine----
George.
So, so, that is no one's affair but yours, eh? You might have invented a sweeter torture. I meant to remain an honorable man all my life; if unable--well, there are plenty of bullets left.
Marie.
And do you wish to die?
George.
I do not want to, I must!