Beata (mysteriously, urgently).
No, no--not yet! I have so much to say to you. There are so many secrets I must tell you. Everything has grown so clear to me--I wish I--Richard, you will surely come to-morrow? (Crying out suddenly.) I want to stay with you. I am afraid of to-night!
Richard.
Beata, do try to control yourself.
Beata.
Yes, yes--I'll control myself.-- (She stands motionless, benumbed.) Give me my hat. (He brings her the hat and veil.) And my veil. (Fervently.) You still love your life, Richard? You still want to live?
Richard.
Haven't I told you so? Ever since----
Beata.
Never fear, dearest. You shall live.