But why should he----
Gertrude.
That's just it! why should he? Oh, if I only knew--if I was only certain he loved me--and then, another thing--I don't know if I should tell you--I have a growing fear, some other girl will take him away from me.
Marie.
[With forced laugh.] Away from you, dear? how could that be possible?
Gertrude.
Oh yes, you may laugh; but at times, when he looks at me, I see a strange look come in his eyes. Half affection--half pity--and I don't want to be pitied! Why should he? Am I not happy?
Marie.
[Caressing her.] Yes, dear; you ought to be very, very happy.