BERTHA. My virgin honor——
VERRINA (raging). What?
BERTHA. Last night——
VERRINA (furiously.) Speak! What!
BERTHA. Force. (Sinks down upon the side of the sofa.)
VERRINA (after a long pause, with a hollow voice). One word more, my daughter—thy last! Who was it?
BERTHA. Alas, what an angry deathlike paleness! Great God, support me! How his words falter! His whole frame trembles!
VERRINA. I cannot comprehend it. Tell me, my daughter—who?
BERTHA. Compose yourself, my best, my dearest father!
VERRINA (ready to faint). For God's sake—who?