Forgive me!
Wittich.
There is nothing to forgive. And I am not going to kill any one. What good would it do? (Julia sobs, hiding her face in her hands.)
Pierre.
Well, then--don't kneel there--like that--Julia, dear!
Julia.
I shall lie here until he raises me. Raise me! Take me in your arms! Oh, George----
Wittich.
Yes, that's what they always say. (Sinks into reverie again.)
Pierre (aside to her).