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[Leading him back to the table.] You must rest from your thoughts, Alfred. Come here and sit down.

[Making as if to seat himself on the bench.] Well, well—as you please.

No, I won't let you sit there.

Yes, let me.

No, don't. For then you will only sit looking out[''Forces him down upon a chair, with his back to the right.''] There now. Now that's right. [Seats herself upon the bench.] And now we can talk a little again.

[Drawing a deep breath audibly.] It was good to deaden the sorrow and heartache for a moment.

You must do so, Alfred.

But don't you think it is terribly weak and unfeeling of me—to be able to do so?

Oh, no—I am sure it is impossible to keep circling for ever round one fixed thought.