Alma. Yes, I know.
Robert. (Takes her head in his hands) Yes, yes, sister, and this is what a man works ten years in a foreign country to build up a fortune for--Ten long years! and twenty will hardly be enough to make us forget this disgrace----
Alma. In twenty years I'll be old.
Robert. Old?--What difference does that make? For us two there is no more youth.
Alma. Oh, God!
Robert. (Springing up in excitement) Don't be afraid, we'll stay together! We'll find some hiding place; like hunted animals! Yes, that's what we are! We've been hunted and mangled! (Alma sinks down, her face in the empty chair) Only we two can heal each other's wounds! You mine, and I yours. (To himself) Oh, how she lies there! God in Heaven, there is only one thing to do!--the pure little child-soul he has trampled into the dirt, he can never give back--other satisfaction I don't need!--Alma!
Alma. (Sitting up) What?
Robert. You really love him?
Alma. Whom?
Robert. Whom? Him!