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.