ROBERT.
[Shaking his head.] Suffering. Torturing yourself.
RICHARD.
Hearing voices about me. The voices of those who say they love me.
ROBERT.
[Points to the door on the right.] One. And mine?
RICHARD.
Another still.
ROBERT.
[Smiles and touches his forehead with his right forefinger.] True. My interesting but somewhat melancholy cousin. And what did they tell you?
RICHARD.
They told me to despair.
ROBERT.
A queer way of showing their love, I must say! And will you despair?
RICHARD.
[Rising.] No.
[A noise is heard at the window. Archie’s face is seen flattened against one of the panes. He is heard calling.]
ARCHIE.
Open the window! Open the window!