Marie. Put that down, it is not yours. Gypsy. [_Doing so_.] All right, all right--my--my--my---- Marie. Put down all you have! Gypsy. I have no more, no, no more, I swear! Marie. [_Goes quickly to door and calls_.] George! George. [_Enters._] Well? Marie. Give me some money! [_He gives her a gold piece_.] [Marie _to her mother_.] Here, here is money; now give me the linen---- Gypsy. [_Takes the money as she gives up the linen, greedily_.] A ducat! A whole ducat! A golden ducat! Mine daughter, thank you! Marie. And now, go! Gypsy. [_Goes anxiously to the door_.] Alright, alright!!! [_Throws a kiss to_ Marie, _and quick exit_.] Marie. [_Quickly takes key from board_.] George, take this key and lock the garden gate after her, so she does not return. [George _exits_. Marie _looks after them, then slowly returns to the table, leans against same, and stares vacantly. Knock is heard at door L_.] Marie. [_Mechanically_.] Come in! Servant. [_Trying the door from the outside_.] The door is locked! [Marie _opens the door_.] Servant. [_Enters with dishes_.] It is time to lay the table for supper--will you help me, please? Why, what's the matter? You are not listening to me---- Marie. Never mind, Lena, I will set the table myself! Servant. Will you? Very well!!! [_Exit_ Servant.] George. [_Enters. To_ Marie, _who does not stir_.] Remember what I told you. But come, come, this will never do! Don't stare at me like that---- Marie. [_Leaning on him and weeping_.] Oh, George! George. [_Stroking her hair_.] That's it, dear, the tears will relieve you! Ah, I well know the anguish of an aching heart! Marie. Yes, you know, you know all! Now I have no one in this whole world but you--you alone. [_As she bursts out crying she throws herself on his breast_.] George. [_Stroking her hair_.] Yes, yes; we two understand each other. We two were meant, were intended for each other. Were we not, dear? Marie. My God! Yes!! George. And we will ever remember this day--the day that brought us together. It is the day before St. John's Eve. Will you remember it, dear? [_Short pause_. Marie _silent, then struggles to free herself_.]