Sorel
With feeling.
“Is this a game?”
Judith
With spirit.
“Yes—and a game that must be played to the finish.”
Simon
“Zara, what does this mean?”
Judith
“So many illusions shattered—so many dreams trodden in the dust!”
Sorel
I’m George now—“I don’t understand! You and Victor—My God!”
Judith
“Sssh! Isn’t that little Pam crying?”