MAN. (advancing towards her) And you?
MAR. (purposely misunderstanding) He did not need me.
MAN. Have you been seeking me?
MAR. Why should I?
MAN. Why, indeed! You know that my love needs no bidding; that it is—
MAR. That it is very unbidden.
MAN. That it is the sum of my existence; that it has ruined my life for all things save worship of one idea—you; longing for one good—you; hatred for one opposition—yours.
MAR. I must gather my flowers.
MAN. (savagely) You are in a cutting mood. Allow me to hold your basket for you.
MAR. It will do as well on the ground, (she lets it fall to the ground; Manuel picks it up.) I prefer it on the ground.