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.