If you don't take me soon, you'll just leave me quite, and then, and then
... It would just be all over with me.
LOTH
How distrustful you are, Nellie.
HELEN
Don't say that, dearest. Anybody would trust you, would just have to
trust you!... When I am your own, oh, then ... then, you surely wouldn't
leave me. [_As if beside herself._] I beseech you! Don't go away! Only
don't leave me! Don't--go, Alfred! If you go away without me, I would
just have to die, just have to die!
LOTH
But you are strange!... And you say you're not distrustful! Or perhaps
they're worrying you, torturing you terribly here--more than ever ... At
all events we'll leave this very night. I am ready. And so, as soon as
you are--we can go.
HELEN
[_Falling around his neck with a cry of joyous gratitude._]
Dear--dearest!
[_She kisses him madly and hurries out._
_DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG comes in through the middle door and catches a
glimpse of HELEN disappearing into the conservatory._
DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG
Who was that?--Ah, yes! [_To himself._] Poor thing!
[_He sits down beside the table with a sigh, finds his old cigar,
throws it aside, takes a new cigar from the case and starts to knock
it gently against the edge of the table.
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