George.
Take uncle into your confidence, at least.
Marie.
No, no one--no one but you!!
George.
What do you want with her? You know you belong to this house. Here you have everything your heart desires. Here you have love--here you have----
Marie.
[Interrupts him.] Bread! Why don't you say it? Yes, here I have bread!
George.
I did not mean to say that.