Clement. Yes.
Margaret. And the last to be ...?
Clement. Yours, my dear. (Takes a book from his pocket.) You see, I begged Künigel for a single copy, in order to present it to you—or rather to both of us. (Margaret and Gilbert exchange distracted glances.)
Margaret. How good you are! (Takes the book from him.) Yes ... that's it!
Clement. We'll read it together.
Margaret. No, Clement ... no ... I can't let you be so good! There ...! (Throws the book into the fire.) I don't want to hear any more of all that.
Gilbert (delighted). Oh, but ...!
Clement (goes toward the chimney). Margaret ...! What are you doing?
Margaret (stands in front of fire, throws her arms round CLEMENT). Now will you believe that I love you?
Gilbert (much relieved). I think I am rather in the way ... Good-by ... good day, Baron ... (Aside.) To think that I should have to miss a climax like that ...! [Exit.]