ROBERT.
[Promptly.] Then I will. [He goes quickly towards the bedroom door; then turns round.] You won’t go away?
BERTHA.
No, I will wait. But don’t be long.
ROBERT.
Only a moment.
[He goes into the bedroom, leaving the door open. Bertha looks curiously about her and then glances in indecision towards the door at the back.]
ROBERT.
[From the bedroom.] You have not gone?
BERTHA.
No.
ROBERT.
I am in the dark here. I must light the lamp.
[He is heard striking a match, and putting a glass shade on a lamp. A pink light comes in through the doorway. Bertha glances at her watch at her wristlet and then sits at the table.]
ROBERT.
[As before.] Do you like the effect of the light?
BERTHA.
O, yes.