ROBERT.
Can you admire it from where you are?
BERTHA.
Yes, quite well.
ROBERT.
It was for you.
BERTHA.
[Confused.] I am not worthy even of that.
ROBERT.
[Clearly, harshly.] Love’s labour lost.
BERTHA.
[Rising nervously.] Robert!
ROBERT.
Yes?
BERTHA.
Come here, quickly! Quickly, I say!
ROBERT.
I am ready.
[He appears in the doorway, wearing a darkgreen velvet jacket. Seeing her agitation, he comes quickly towards her.]