Diane. Yes, I will go. Why did I ever come? It was a mad idea. I see now that the things which seem so simple and easy in the heat of your own mind are the hardest of all to accomplish when you meet the coldness of other minds. Don't trouble about me. I am going. I didn't come to harm you or Madame in any way.
[As she goes toward the door she passes the chair at right and stops. She goes toward it curiously, then hopefully. Finally she flings herself into it as Robert has done, and sobs the name—"Maurice! Maurice!"]
Nanette [horrified]. Mademoiselle!
[Diane rises slowly, looking about her in a dazed way. Then she suddenly leaves the chair.]
Diane [quietly]. Forgive me. I will go quietly now.
Nanette [trembling]. Mademoiselle. Just now—you spoke a name....
Diane. Yes.
Nanette. Was it—Maurice?
Diane. Yes.
Nanette [drawing away, her face going black]. I see.