Is that your answer? You, who tell me you have wrestled with yourself all night because--Richard, I don't believe you!
Richard.
Believe me or not, but be sure that, whatever happens, no suspicion shall fall on you--on either of us. And now I beg of you--let me see Michael alone.
Beata (smiling).
Alone?
Richard.
I----
Beata (still smiling).
Hush! Do you hear his latch-key?
Richard.