BERTHA.
I?
ROBERT.
Yes, when you slighted the common simple gift I had to offer you—and took his gift instead.
BERTHA.
[Looking at him.] But you never...
ROBERT.
No. Because you had chosen him. I saw that. I saw it on the first night we met, we three together. Why did you choose him?
BERTHA.
[Bends her head.] Is that not love?
ROBERT.
[Continuing.] And every night when we two—he and I—came to that corner to meet you I saw it and felt it. You remember the corner, Bertha?
BERTHA.
[As before.] Yes.
ROBERT.
And when you and he went away for your walk and I went along the street alone I felt it. And when he spoke to me about you and told me he was going away—then most of all.
BERTHA.
Why then most of all?
ROBERT.
Because it was then that I was guilty of my first treason towards him.