All This, and Heaven Too1940

Duchesse de Praslin:
Don't leave me, Theo!

Duc de Praslin:
I'm late in Paris.

Duchesse de Praslin:
But... I must talk to you! I never see you!

Duc de Praslin:
The king expects me.

Duchesse de Praslin:
[She grabs for his hands and he pulls it away] Does even the touch of my hands feel you with aversion?

Duc de Praslin:
Oh really Frances...

Duchesse de Praslin:
It must be aversion you feel since you always avoid me, never giving me a moment's thought or attention!

Duc de Praslin:
I have no wish to avoid you Frances. I would talk to you by the hour if we could do so with calmness and sanity, but it always ends the same. -He begins walking out.

Duchesse de Praslin:
Wait! Theo! Wait! Oh how cruel you are my darling! Take the children! Take them! I care nothing about them, about anyone but you! Theo! If I promise never again to torment you with my anger, with my unreasoning mistrust... Theo!

Duc de Praslin:
You don't know what you're saying.

Duchesse de Praslin:
Theo! Theo! Come back! Theo I beg you! Oh, Theo come back! -She sees he is already gone and becomes hysteric: I hate you! I loathe you! You're wicked! Wicked! Wicked!