[Sits by table, bowing his head upon it]
O Margaret! Not one dear word? Not one?
[Enter Margaret, veiled]
Mar. Ah! [Steps toward him, throwing off her veil] Hubert?
Hub. [Starting up] Princess! Here? You here?
Mar. Couldst think I'd let thee go till I had said
"God save thee" to thy face?
Hub. You risk too much!
Mar. Risk, Hubert?
Hub. O, what have you done?