Vera.
[After a pause.] And have you never doubted him?
Elizabeth.
Vera, how could I doubt? Why, if I had doubted him then I should have hated him; if I doubted him now I should die! [Vera shudders.
Vera.
Shut out that ghastly moonlight! [Elizabeth rises and draws the curtain. Vera goes up to her, and they sit together.] Let me come closer to you. Tell me it all again.
Elizabeth.
Tell what again? Poor child, I have suffered all that you have, and more.
Vera.