[Makes an impatient movement with her arm.]
[As a thought flashes upon him.] Or—! Wait a moment! There is something under all this, you may depend!
[Does not move.]
[In a low voice, but with emphasis.] I must have thought all that. I must have wished it—have willed it—have longed to do it. And then—. May not that be the explanation.
[Is still silent.]
[Impatiently.] Oh very well, deuce take it all—then I did do it, I suppose.
[Turns her head a little, but without looking at him.] Then you admit it now?
Yes—whatever you like.
You came and put your arms round me?
Oh yes!