Then come, wife, my coat, quick!
[She helps him with frocks after he has divested himself of jacket.]
Gertrude.
[Aside to Marie.] Did you ask him?
Marie.
[Nods.]
Gertrude.
And what did he say?
Marie.
It was all nonsense, my pet. He loves you and only you. He never has loved any one else--he says--and he will be very happy--so he says----