And seem to laugh, as if we jested--eyes,
Eyes everywhere! Now turn your face away . . .
I love you.


HE.

With such music in my ears
I would death found me. It were sweet to die
Listening! You love me--prove it.


SHE.

Prove it--how?
I prove it saying it. How else?


HE.

Pauline,
I have three things to choose from; you shall choose:
This marriage, or Siberia, or France.
The first means hell; the second, purgatory;
The third--with you--were nothing less than heaven!


SHE, STARTING.

How dared you even dream it!