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[Act I
Bertha
[Hesitates, then looking straight at him.] I did. I kissed him.
Richard
What way?
Bertha
[With a shrug.] O simply.
Richard
Were you excited?
Bertha
Well, you can imagine. [Frowning suddenly.] Not much. He has not nice lips . . . Still I was excited, of course. But not like with you, Dick.
Richard
Was he?
Bertha
Excited? Yes, I think he was. He sighed. He was dreadfully nervous.
Richard
[Resting his forehead on his hand.] I see.
Bertha
[Crosses towards the lounge and stands near him.] Are you jealous?
Richard
[As before.] No.
Bertha
[Quietly.] You are, Dick.
Richard
I am not. Jealous of what?
Bertha
Because he kissed me.
