Gil. What's the use? I am a sick, nervous man, suffering from hypochondria. [Margaret at the window utters a cry.]
Gil. What's up? What will the general's widow think?
Marg. It's he. He's coming back.
Gil. Well, then—
Marg. What? You intend to go?
Gil. I didn't come here to pay the baron a visit.
Marg. He'll encounter you on the stairs. That would be worse. Stay. I refuse to be sacrificed alone.
Gil. Now, don't lose your senses. Why do you tremble like that? It's quite absurd to believe that he's already gone through both novels. Calm yourself. Remove your hat. Off with your cloak. [Assists her.] If he catches you in this frame of mind he can't help but suspect.
Marg. It's all the same to me. Better now than later. I can't bear waiting and waiting for the horrible event. I'm going to tell him everything right away.
Gil. Everything?