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Act I]
35

Robert

To my house. Not my mother's over there. I will write the address for you. Will you come?

Bertha

When?

Robert

Tonight. Between eight and nine. Come. I will wait for you tonight. And every night. You will?

[He kisses her with passion, holding her head between his hands. After a few instants she breaks from him. He sits down.]

Bertha

[Listening.] The gate opened.

Robert

[Intensely.] I will wait for you.

[He takes the slip from the table. Bertha moves away from him slowly. Richard comes in from the garden.]

Richard

[Advancing, takes off his hat.] Good afternoon.

Robert

[Rises, with nervous friendliness.] Good afternoon, Richard.

Bertha

[At the table, taking the roses.] Look what lovely roses Mr Hand brought me.

Robert

I am afraid they are overblown.

Richard

[Suddenly.] Excuse me for a moment, will you?