I should have killed him in the
third act, and then Helene might have been happily married, instead of
dying."
"I believe you would have killed him," I said.
"I know I should. It's a mistake not to be jealous. I admit that I'm
jealous. But such jealousy is a compliment to a woman, my dearest, not
an insult."
"How you feel things!" I exclaimed. "Even a play on the stage--"
"If the woman I love is the heroine."
"Will you ever be blase, like the rest of the men I know?" I laughed,
though I could have sobbed.
"Never, I think. It isn't in me. Do you despise me for my enthusiasm?"
"I only love you the more," I said, wondering every instant, in a kind
of horrid undertone, how I was to get him away.
"I admit I wasn't made for diplomacy," he went on. "I wish, I had money
enough to get out of it and take you off the stage, away into some
beautiful, peaceful world, where we need think of nothing but our love
for each other, and the good we might do others because of our love, and
to keep our world beautiful. Would you go with me?"
"Ah, if I could!" I sighed. "If I could go with you to-morrow, away into
that beautiful, peaceful world.
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