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. That is your hour for coming. A nice thing indeed if you were to come earlier. What would the Astronomical Observatory think of that?

. Do forgive me—I was wrong.

. No, the error was mine. Desire hastens onward the hours for me, and you, to punish me, come and hold up a watch before my eyes. [Makes a quick movement and seems to hold something to his face.] What a poetic lover!

. I confess my fault. I repent and humbly beg your pardon.

. Ah, you admit it. That is better.

. You see I was so happy and delighted to come that I quite lost knowledge of what I was saying, and even now I scarcely know what it is I am saying.

. It was also wrong of me to scold you so, Edward. But I was so gay, so wild with eagerness in my desire to see you, that the moments seemed centuries to me.

. Ah, I have to tell you, my own

. [Pays no heed to him.] I have such great news for you.

. [Also does not heed her.] At last we are within reach of bliss.

. I should think so—for life.

. How improbable it looks!

. My father has promised this day—this very day—you understand?—But you are not listening.

. [Still not heeding her.] My mother

. Your mother! What?

. She is coming here in half an hour to propose our marriage. 117