Pierre.
Yes, yes--anything, for all I care! But go! Leave my property! Insult me, spit on me,--but go!
Julia.
And what then? What then?
Pierre.
Can't you write to him? Tell him that you have come back from your little journey--that you have reconsidered--that you can't live without him. Tell him to forget--and all shall be as it was before.--Now, wouldn't that be splendid?
Julia.
Now when he suspects?--When he can follow me, step by step, here to this pavilion and back again? (Contemptuously.) Splendid!
Pierre.
Then try something else!--Oh, now I have it! Now I have it!