RAINA.
(haughtily). What do you mean?
SERGIUS.
You love that man!
RAINA.
(scandalized). Sergius!
SERGIUS.
You allow him to make love to you behind my back, just as you accept me as your affianced husband behind his. Bluntschli: you knew our relations; and you deceived me. It is for that that I call you to account, not for having received favours that I never enjoyed.
BLUNTSCHLI.
(jumping up indignantly). Stuff! Rubbish! I have received no favours. Why, the young lady doesn’t even know whether I’m married or not.
RAINA.
(forgetting herself). Oh! (Collapsing on the ottoman.) Are you?
SERGIUS.
You see the young lady’s concern, Captain Bluntschli. Denial is useless. You have enjoyed the privilege of being received in her own room, late at night—
BLUNTSCHLI.
(interrupting him pepperily). Yes; you blockhead! She received me with a pistol at her head. Your cavalry were at my heels. I’d have blown out her brains if she’d uttered a cry.
SERGIUS.
(taken aback). Bluntschli! Raina: is this true?
RAINA.
(rising in wrathful majesty). Oh, how dare you, how dare you?