Robert. No, you have done too much for me, for me to ask----
Trast. (Filling out a check) There!
Robert. And if I can never pay that back?
Trast. Then I'll write it in the largest ledger, where the accounts of friendships are kept (Stroking his head) It won't be as bad as that! Hm--my boy--one thing you've forgotten.
Robert. What?
Trast. Leonore.
Robert. (Shuddering) Don't speak of her!
Trast. You love her.
Robert. Oh!--I shan't answer!
Trast. Would you like to have her think of you as the murderer of her brother.