BENJAMIN. How you understand everything!
ELEONORA. Do you know something else that I feel? If Elis and Christine get to know that I bought the Easter lily in that unusual way, they will—
BENJAMIN. What will they do?
ELEONORA. They will send me back—there. Where I just came from. Where the sun never shines. Where the walls are dark and bare. Where one hears only crying and lamentation. Where I sat away a year of my life.
BENJAMIN. Where do you mean?
ELEONORA. There, where one is tortured more than in prison. Where the unfortunate dwell, where unquiet reigns, where despair never sleeps, and whence no one returns.
BENJAMIN. Worse than prison? How could that be?
ELEONORA. In prison one is tried and heard, but there in that place no one listens. Poor little Easter lily that was the cause of all this! I meant so well, and it turned but so badly!
BENJAMIN. But don't you go to the florist and tell him how it happened. You would be like a lamb led to the sacrifice.
ELEONORA. It doesn't complain when it knows that it must be sacrificed, and doesn't even seek to get away. What else can I do?