What rights have you in the case?
MAX.
Marie! [Takes her hand.]
MARIE.
[Gently disengaging herself.] Oh, Max, please--not that. You know every corner of my heart. But we must think of the proprieties.
MAX.
Proprieties! Oh, pshaw!
MARIE.
Well, you know what a world we live in. Here, every one is afraid of every one else because each depends upon the good opinion of the other. If a few anonymous flowers can make me talked of, how much more--