George.
Can you ask? Here in this house, to which we owe everything--both you and I? Where they gave us food, shelter and love? After all that, would you have the courage to destroy their happiness?
Marie.
The good old pastor used to say: "You must have the courage to do everything, except to do wrong." I would even have the courage to do wrong.
George.
Shall I put you to the test?
Marie.
If you will give me your hand now and say to me: "Come, we will run away, through yonder garden gate--just as we are--now, this very moment"--you shall see how I will run!
George.
What?--Secretly--without telling any one? Is that what you mean?