But I wouldn’t believe you; I couldn’t picture it to myself.
William.
And now you believe it?
Mrs Buchner.
I—don’t—know.
William.
Why do you lie to me?—Say straight out, yes. It was perfectly natural that it would all turn out like this; so ridiculously natural. How in the world I could have been so blind!
Mrs Buchner (with feverish eagerness).
William, I take you to-day as I always have, for an honest, honourable man. I assure you that not for one moment have I doubted you—even now—when all at once I’m so afraid and anxious.
William (lifts himself up, draws a deep breath as though oppressed).