ROBERT.
Yes. It is not pleasant for me to remain here just now.
BERTHA.
[Sits down helplessly.] But this is cruel of you, Robert. Cruel to me and to him also.
ROBERT.
Has he asked... what happened?
BERTHA.
[Joining her hands in despair.] No. He refuses to ask me anything. He says he will never know.
ROBERT.
[Nods gravely.] Richard is right there. He is always right.
BERTHA.
But, Robert, you must speak to him.
ROBERT.
What am I to say to him?
BERTHA.
The truth! Everything!
ROBERT.
[Reflects.] No, Bertha. I am a man speaking to a man. I cannot tell him everything.
BERTHA.
He will believe that you are going away because you are afraid to face him after last night.