I am speaking to you, Julia.
Julia.
Oh, I thank you most heartily, George. It's certainly very noble of you--and--I deeply appreciate it. But after--this, I should always feel ashamed before you--I should feel that I was just being tolerated--I-- No. Thank you, George--but I couldn't stand it.
Pierre (correcting her).
That is--! (Aside to Julia.) Don't be a fool!
Wittich (without noticing Pierre).
You shall never hear a word of reproach from my lips, Julia, dear.
Julia.
But--if I should actually accept--we never could go on as we did before, you know. I must be free to do exactly as I please--to go away--come back--just as I like. There is such a thing as the sovereignty of the individuality, my dear George--you can't deny that.
Pierre.