Try it! Go to him!
Julia.
He's not a bit like himself.
Pierre.
Go on! Go on!
Julia.
(Who has timidly approached her husband, bid has drawn back at a movement of his, suddenly throws herself at his feet with great emotion.) George! George!--I am guilty!--I have sinned before God and you!--I acknowledge my crime!--My life is in your hands!--Crush me--grind me to dust!--But God knows, I only obeyed a wretched impulse. My love for you has never left my heart.--My one desire is to die. Kill me!--Here!--Now!--But forgive me! Ah, forgive me!
Wittich (staring straight ahead).
Yes, they always talk like that--in books, at least.
Julia.