Eyes, everywhere! Now turn your face away....
I love you.
He. With such music in my ears I would death found me.
It were sweet to die listening! you love me—prove it.
She. Prove it—how? I prove it saying it. How else?
He. Pauline, I have three things to choose from; you shall choose.
This marriage, or Siberia, or France.
The first means hell; the second, purgatory;
The third—with you—were nothing less than heaven!
She (starting). How dared you even dream it!