Nonsense! You have no strength! (_Disengages herself without difficulty._) Pierre. You've taken it out of me, you beast! Julia. Beast?--You've been muttering that word now for a couple of days. This is the first time that you have flung it in my face.--What have I done that was bestial except to throw my young life at your feet?--And so this is the end of our rose-fete?---- Pierre (_in a low voice, breathing with difficulty_). No, not yet--the end is still to come! Julia. I dare say. Pierre. In fact--you must--leave here. Julia. I dare say. Pierre. Do you understand?--You must leave this place--at once! Julia. H'm--just so. Pierre. For--you must know--you are no longer safe here. Julia (_turning pale_). Not here either?--Not even here?---- Pierre. I didn't tell you everything, before. Julia. Are you up to some new trick now? Pierre. After I had accompanied him down the steps, he asked--very suddenly--to see the park. Julia. The park----? Pierre. Yes. And he seemed to be searching every rose-bush as if to count the number of blossoms that had been cut from it. Then--in the linden lane--I kept pushing to the left--he kept pushing to the right, straight for the pavilion. And as it stood before us---- Julia (_terrified_). The pavilion? Pierre. Certainly. Julia (_shuddering_). So near! Pierre. He said he'd like to see the old thing once, from the inside. Julia. Good heavens! But he knows that's impossible--he knows your family history! Pierre. And you may be sure that's how I put it to him. Julia. And what did he----? Pierre. He was silent--and went back. Julia. Went back! But he'll return!---- Pierre. You've dumped me into a pretty mess, you have! Julia. Do, for goodness' sake, stop pitying yourself, and tell me what's to be done. Pierre. Haven't I told you? Julia. I'll not go away! I will not go away! He can't come in here! I will not leave this place! Pierre. Listen! I'll have a carriage here--at one o'clock in the night--behind the park wall. Take it as far as the station.--Listen, I tell you!