MICH. Nobody ever does tell us that, till we hear it from our own hearts.
AUDR. I suppose it was my own fault. I was very well punished.
MICH. How long were you married?
AUDR. Two years.
MICH. And then your husband died?
AUDR. He went away from me. I never saw him again—alive. (Passionately.) And there’s an end of him!
MICH. I won’t ask you what that secret is. I would wish you to keep it sacred. But your secret about myself? Surely I may ask that?
AUDR. I have sold you to the devil.
MICH. What?
AUDR. I have sold myself, too.