Clem. My dear, this has progressed beyond a joke.
Marg. Clement!
Clem. Adieu, Margaret.
Marg. Clement, what does this mean? You are leaving?
Clem. As you see.
Marg. When are you coming back again?
Clem. I can't say just now. Adieu.
Marg. Clement! [Tries to hold him back.]
Clem. Please. [Goes out.]
Marg. [alone]. Clement! What does this mean? He's left me for good. What shall I do? Clement! Is everything between us at an end? No. It can't be. Clement! I'll go after him. [She looks for her hat. The doorbell rings.] Ah, he's coming back. He only wanted to frighten me. Oh, my Clement! [Goes to the door. Gilbert enters.]