A day later they plan to sleep together out of wedlock, but Margaret feels hesitant, not because she feels he’s being too hasty, but because her mother is a light sleeper and will hear them. Faust comes up with a solution: “Thou angel, fear not!/ Here is a phial: in her drink/ but three drops of it measure/ And deepest sleep will on her sense sink”(120). The poison, however, is too strong; that night as they make love, her mother dies. The next day, Margaret is out in town with Faust, and she discover her brother Valentine has come back from the army to confront her about rumors of being with a man. He tries to beat up Faust, but Mephistopheles aids him in such a way that he accidentally murders Valentine. Margaret cradles him in his last moments, and he gives her his harsh parting words: “Thy business thus to slight,/ So this advice I bid thee heed-/ Know that thou art a whore indeed,/ Why, be one then,