The Others (holding out their glasses).
Good! Good! Bravo!
Beata.
(Draws a deep breath, sets down her glass, and looks about her confusedly. Her eyes rest on Richard, and then turn to Michael, to whom she speaks.) I think I will take your advice and go into the other room for a little while. (She rises with an effort.)
Kellinghausen.
There, Beata! I warned you.
Baron Ludwig (offering her his arm).
Won't you take my arm, Countess?
Beata.
No, no--thanks! Michael, make my excuses. I shall be back in a few minutes. (She lingers in the doorway with a last smile and a last look at Richard.) Good-bye. I shall be back--in a few minutes. (Goes out.)