Kellinghausen.
I don't ask your advice but your assurance. I have pledged myself not to endanger the party. Give me your word of honour that I can bring suit without doing so.
Richard (straightening himself).
I give you my word of honour that--you---- (Beata gives a suppressed cry.)
Kellinghausen.
What is the matter? What ails you?
Beata (looking at Richard).
He will give you his word of honour, and then he will go home and blow his brains out. Don't you see it in his face?
Kellinghausen.
What do you mean?