Kellinghausen.
Beata, from now on there will be no one to help you.
Beata.
Thank you. (With an intense effort, she walks out of the room.)
Kellinghausen (to Richard).
And now----?
Richard.
Do what you like. Say what you like. Curse me--shoot me. I sha'n't defend myself.
Kellinghausen.
You admit that one of us must die?