If you-- (Gasps as if suffocating.)
Julia.
George! George! What's the matter?
Wittich.
There--there--there! (With a loud cry, he falls upon the weapons and snatches one of the daggers.)
Julia.
Help! Help! Pierre! Save me!
Pierre (at the same time).
Help! Help! (He pushes open the door and escapes, screaming. Julia rushes out through the door at the left. Wittich dashes after her. A piercing shriek is heard. After a short pause, Julia appears at the large door in the centre. She tries to go further, fails, supports herself against the door posts for an instant, and then reels into the room. She attempts to lean against the small table in the centre, but falls to the floor, dying. As she falls the small table is upset, burying her beneath a shower of roses.
Through the doorway at the left, Wittich is heard, sobbing and groaning. In the distance Pierre is shouting for help. The sound of many voices, growing louder as the curtain falls.)