JUDITH. [Pensively] You poor boy—give me your hand! [ALLAN gives her his hand] Look at me! Don't you dare to look at me?
[ALLAN rushes out to the left in order to hide his emotion.
LIEUTENANT. [In from the background] I beg your pardon! I thought that——
JUDITH. Tell me, Lieutenant, will you be my friend and ally?
LIEUTENANT. If you'll do me the honour——
JUDITH. Yes—a word only—don't desert Allan when disaster overtakes him.
LIEUTENANT. What disaster?
JUDITH. You'll soon see—this very day perhaps. Do you like Allan?
LIEUTENANT. The young man is my best pupil, and I value him personally also on account of his strength of character—Yes, life has moments when strength is required [with emphasis] to bear up, to endure, to suffer, in a word!
JUDITH. That was more than one word, I should say. However, you like Allan?