ROBERT.
What is it, Bertha?
BERTHA.
[Trembling.] I was afraid.
ROBERT.
Of being alone?
BERTHA.
[Catches his hands.] You know what I mean. My nerves are all upset.
ROBERT.
That I...?
BERTHA.
Promise me, Robert, not to think of such a thing. Never. If you like me at all. I thought that moment...
ROBERT.
What an idea?
BERTHA.
But promise me if you like me.
ROBERT.
If I like you, Bertha! I promise. Of course, I promise. You are trembling all over.
BERTHA.
Let me sit down somewhere. It will pass in a moment.