Marie. Who was it? Who was it? George. Oh, no one--no one---- Marie. Yes, there was--I can see it in your face!! Was it Gertrude? George. No. Marie. Then it was papa? George. No, no. Marie. George, you are as pale as death; What has happened? Tell me! George. Nothing, nothing! There was a stranger in the garden--I sent him away. Marie. What stranger? George. [_Pained_.] Do not ask me! Marie. [_Dully_.] Oh, I know--I know! It was--my mother---- George. Well, since you have said it---- Marie. What did she want? But why do I ask? [_Covers her face with her hands_.] Oh, my God--my God!!!! George. _Marie_! Marie. [_Suddenly_.] Close the blinds--I have a fear--tight--so!! Now put up the bars--so--and here, so--so---- George. [_Embracing her_.] _Marie_! my darling!!!! Marie. Hold me tight!!! George. Like this? Marie. Yes, like that! [_She moves close to him_.] Here I want to sit still---- George. [_Looks at watch_.] If we only have time to catch that train---- [_The whistle of a locomotive is heard in the distance. He starts_.] Did you hear that? Marie. [_Smilingly_.] Yes! George. What was it? Marie. It was the train! George. Can you hear it this far? Marie. At night you can! George. [_Sinks into chair L. of table, back to audience_.] My God! what shall we do now? Marie. [_Softly_.] I will tell you what we will do! We will sit still here--quietly--till the next train--till four o'clock!!!! [_Throws herself upon George, passionately kissing him_.] George. Marie! My love, my all! [_Kisses her_.] Marie. Kiss me again! Now, then, do you understand me? I am my own master, and care not for myself---- To-night is St. John's night!!!!!!! George. And the fires are burning low---- Marie. No, no; let them burn---- George. Yes, yes; let them burn--they shall burn!!!!! [Marie _disengages herself_.]