ROBERT.
[Takes her hands.] Tell me, it is pity then that you feel for me, as he—as Richard—says?
BERTHA.
Please change your coat, Robert, when I ask you. You might get a very bad cold from that. Do, please.
ROBERT.
What would it matter now?
BERTHA.
[Looking round her.] Where do you keep your clothes here?
ROBERT.
[Points to the door at the back.] In there. I fancy I have a jacket here. [Maliciously.] In my bedroom.
BERTHA.
Well, go in and take that off.
ROBERT.
And you?
BERTHA.
I will wait here for you.
ROBERT.
Do you command me to?
BERTHA.
[Laughing.] Yes, I command you.