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[Act II
Robert
[From the bedroom.] You have not gone?
Bertha
No.
Robert
I am in the dark here. I must light the lamp.
[He is heard striking a match, and putting a glass shade on a lamp. A pink light comes in through the doorway. Bertha glances at her watch at her wristlet and then sits at the table.]
Robert
[As before.] Do you like the effect of the light?
Bertha
O, yes.
Robert
Can you admire it from where you are?
Bertha
Yes, quite well.
Robert
It was for you.
Bertha
[Confused.] I am not worthy even of that.
Robert
[Clearly, harshly.] Love's labour lost.
Bertha
[Rising nervously.] Robert!
Robert
Yes?
Bertha
Come here, quickly! Quickly, I say!
