Ebeling.
(Pauses for a moment irresolutely, struggling with himself, then hurries after her. His voice is heard.) Stay here! Stay here! Come in here! (He reappears at the centre door, pulling her by the arm.) Come in here! Come back!
Margot.
What do you want of me? I'll cry for help----
Ebeling.
Come here! (Drags her to the writing-table.)
Margot.
Leave me alone!
Ebeling.
Be quiet! Be quiet! (Picks up one of the pictures standing on the table.) There! That woman dragged my name in the gutter. Will you do the same? Answer me! (Margot stands motionless, the tears running down her cheeks.) Answer, I say.