Now nothing can separate us, Hilda. You belong to me for ever.
Hilda.
God help me! What have I done?
Basil.
If we lose our souls, what does it matter? We gain the whole world.
Hilda.
Oh, Basil, I want your love. I want your love so badly.
Basil.
Will you come with me, Hilda? I can take you to a land where the whole earth speaks only of love—and where only love and youth and beauty matter.
Hilda.