Is there anything I can do, father?
Richard.
No, no. Thanks, Norbert. (He gives him his hand.) Good-night, my lad.
Norbert.
Good-night, father. (Goes out.)
Richard (to himself).
My God! My God! (He hurries toward the door, and starts back amazed.)
Enter Beata, in hat and cloak, her face thickly veiled.
Richard.
Beata! (He closes the door.) Where have you come from? Tell me, for heaven's sake!