Margot (slowly and heavily).
Ah, one thinks and says so much when there's no longer a particle of hope in one's life.
Ebeling.
I understand. (He throws the picture on the ground; frame and glass are dashed to pieces.) Let us go to your parents. We'll arrange with them what's best to be done. (As she doesn't move.) Well? (Margot shakes her head.) You don't want to?
Margot.
Not that way! As I am now, humiliated--mortified--disgraced--no, not that way! I am so tired of playing Magdalen! No! When I come, I'll come with a free step. I'll be able to look every man in the face! But I must find out first what I am still worth, and (looking him full in the face) it must be a great, great deal--to be worthy of you.
Ebeling (moved).
Give me your hands, dear.
Margot (doing so).
When we see each other again, they'll be red and ugly. (Ebeling kisses her hands and presses them to his face.) Good-bye. (She turns to go.)