[She bursts into tears.
DIDIER.
True!
But why this hesitation? [Going back to her.
Can't you feel
The ecstasy of being, each to each, a world,
A country, heaven; in some deserted spot
To hide a happiness kings could not buy.
MARION.
It would be heaven!
DIDIER.
Will you have it? Come!
MARION.
[Aside.] Accursed woman! [Aloud.] No, it cannot be.
[She tears herself from out his arms, and falls on the armchair.