Ferdinand
Eugene will be our confidential friend.
Pauline
And the letters?
Ferdinand
To-morrow! To-morrow! But where will you conceal them?
Pauline
I shall keep them about me.
Ferdinand
Good! Farewell!
Pauline
Oh no, not yet!
Ferdinand
A moment more may ruin us.
Pauline Or unite us for life. Come, let me show you out, I shall not rest until I see you in the garden. Come!
Ferdinand Let me take one more glance at this maiden chamber, in which you will think of me—where all things speak of you.
(Scene curtain.)