Richard
It was answered at once by you. And from that on you have watched me in my struggle. [Joins his hands earnestly.] Tell me, Miss Justice, did you feel that what you read was written for your eyes? Or that you inspired me?
Beatrice
[Shakes her head.] I need not answer that question.
Richard
What then?
Beatrice
[Is silent for a moment.] I cannot say it. You yourself must ask me, Mr Rowan.
Richard
[With some vehemence.] Then that I expressed in those chapters and letters, and in my character and life as well, something in your soul which you could not—pride or scorn?
Beatrice
Could not?
Richard
[Leans towards her.] Could not because you dared not. Is that why?
Beatrice
[Bends her head.] Yes.
Richard
On account of others or for want of courage—which?
Beatrice
[Softly.] Courage.
