Gertrude.
Yes, yes; and whosoever inhales the odor of its blossoms must die. And do you know what she did? Oh, yes, I did the same--we would go to this tree, smell of its blossoms, and lay down----
George.
To die?
Gertrude.
To die.
Marie.
Now you can imagine, George, how long ago that must have been.
Gertrude.
Yes, it was long, long ago. But about four years ago, one day Marie really wanted to die very badly.