I wonder whether she will come? Whether she will leave her father for my sake?
[Stops.]
I shall go into the world as a hunter. I am young, strong, and understand my profession thoroughly—why should I not succeed?
[Losing himself in thought.]
And then—when I come home from the forest—healthily tired out by my work in the open air—and she has been watching for me—and comes to meet me—and takes my gun, so as to have something to carry—and hangs it on her shoulder—and my hunter's house standing like that one yonder—the trees rustling—and I holding her in my arms, exclaiming jubilantly: Only that happiness is happiness which one owes to one's own efforts!—And then—
[The report of a gun is heard, and startles him.]
GODFREY (still behind the scenes, groaning).
Scoundrel!
ROBERT.
What is that?