Beatrice
[Again nervously.] Really?
Bertha
[Pressing her hand.] Goodbye then—for the present.
Beatrice
[Disengaging her hand.] Good morning.
Bertha
I will see you to the gate.
[She accompanies her out through the double doors. They go down through the garden. Richard Rowan comes in from the study. He halts near the doors, looking down the garden. Then he turns away, comes to the little table, takes up the paper and reads. Bertha, after some moments, appears in the doorway and stands watching him till he has finished. He lays down the paper again and turns to go back to his study.]
Bertha
Dick!
Richard
[Stopping.] Well?
Bertha
You have not spoken to me.
Richard
I have nothing to say. Have you?
Bertha
Do you not wish to know—about what happened last night?
Richard
That I will never know.
