alice. Then you'd give yourself up as you'd meant to do now?
edward. Yes . . practically.
alice. It'd be worse for you then at the trial?
edward. [with a touch of another sort of pride.] You said that was my affair.
alice. [pain in her voice and eyes.] Oh, Edward!
edward. Shall I do this?
alice. [turning away.] Why must you ask me?
edward. You mocked at my principles, didn't you? You've taken them from me. The least you can do is to give me advice in exchange.
alice. [after a moment.] No . . decide for yourself.
He jumps up and begins to pace about, doubtful, distressed.