Margaret. How came you by that insane idea? The letters of a woman whom you professed to love ...! It's easy to see that you are no gentleman.
Gilbert. Oh, that's too amusing! Didn't you do exactly the same thing?
Margaret. I am a woman.
Gilbert. You remember it now!
Margaret. It is true—I have nothing to boast of over you. We are worthy of each other. Yes ... Clement was right; we are worse than the women at the Ronacher who exhibit themselves in tights. Our most hidden bliss, our sorrows, all ... given to the world ... Bah! I loathe myself! Yes, we two belong together—Clement would be quite right to drive me from him. (Suddenly.) Come, Amandus!
Gilbert. What are you going to do?
Margaret. I accept your proposal.
Gilbert. Proposal? What proposal?
Margaret. I'll fly with you! (Looks about for her hat and cloak.)
Gilbert. What are you thinking of?