Richard
Believe me, Bertha dear. Believe me as I believe you.
Bertha
[With an impulsive gesture.] My God, I feel it! I know it! What else is between you but love?
Richard
[Calmly.] You are trying to put that idea into my head, but I warn you that I don't take my ideas from other people.
Bertha
[Hotly.] It is, it is! And that is why you allow him to go on. Of course! It doesn't affect you. You love her.
Richard
Love! [Throws out his hands with a sigh and moves away from her.] I cannot argue with you.
Bertha
You can't because I am right. [Following him a few steps.] What would anyone say?
Richard
[Turns to her.] Do you think I care?
Bertha
But I care. What would he say if he knew? You, who talk so much of the high kind of feeling you have for me, expressing yourself in that way to another woman. If he did it, or other men, I could understand because they are false pretenders. But you, Dick! Why do you not tell him then?
Richard
You can if you like.
