Clem. Indeed.
Gil. The essential thing is, does it really hit the mark! In a higher sense, what does it matter if the public does know that a woman was happy in this bed or that?
Clem. Mr. Gilbert, allow me to remind you that you are speaking in the presence of a lady.
Gil. I'm speaking in the presence of a comrade, Baron, who, perhaps, shares my views in these matters.
Clem. Oh!
Marg. Clement! [Throws herself at his feet.] Clement.
Clem. [staggered]. But—Margaret.
Marg. Your forgiveness, Clement!
Clem. But, Margaret. [To Gilbert.] It's very painful to me, Mr. Gilbert. Now, get up, Margaret. Get up, everything's all right; everything's arranged. Yes, yes. You have but to call up Künigel. I have already arranged everything with him. We are going to put it out for sale. Is that suitable to you?
Gil. What are you going to put out for sale, if I may be so bold as to ask? The novel madame has written?