Beata.
And I was just recovering from an illness, and was too weak to lift her. You raised your hat--no, it was the white cap you wore----
Richard.
Do you remember that?
Beata.
Good heavens, what was I then, and what have you made of me? My own--let me call you that just once, Richard, as I used to do--just once, on this great day--my own! (Richard looks nervously toward the door.)
Beata.
There is no one coming.
Richard.
Let you!