[Antoinette covers her face with her left hand while Paul continues to hold her right hand. She is breathing convulsively.]
Paul (looks at her with devotion, closes his hands nervously). I fairly worship you! (Continues to look at her, then says.) Won't you look at me, Antoinette? (He gently removes her hand from her face.) Please, please, Toinette! Let me see your eyes! Just let me see your eyes! (He stoops down over her.)
Antoinette (sinks upon his breast, putting her arms around his neck). Dearest!... Dearest Paul!
Paul (embraces her impetuously). Sweetheart!... Now you are mine!... Sweetheart! (Continuing in a silent, fervent embrace. Pause.)
Antoinette (startled, and tries to withdraw from him). God! Great God!... What have I done?
Paul (holds her and embraces her again). No retreat, Antoinette. No retreat is possible!
Antoinette (beside herself). Let me go, Paul!
Paul. I shall not let you go, Toinette. And if it is a matter of life and death.
Antoinette (with a slight outcry). Paul!
Paul, (presses her to him firmer than ever). Do you want the people to come in? Then call them! Let them find us!