(Taking his hand and holding it fast.) I have settled the future of our children. No matter what happens to us-- Why, Richard, aren't you the least bit pleased?--Oh, how ill you look!
Richard.
What sort of a night did you have, Beata?
Beata.
Not so bad.--And how goes the speech? Are you in sight of land?
Richard.
Beata--I don't know if I shall be able to speak to-morrow.
Beata (alarmed).
But you must. You must. They all count on you. Dear, you must. Is it because of that wretched business last night?
Richard.