ROBERT.
I too?
BERTHA.
Yes, Robert. I think you too.
ROBERT.
All then—without exception? Or with one exception? [In a lower tone.] Or is he too—Richard too—like us all—in that at least? Or different?
BERTHA.
[Looks into his eyes.] Different.
ROBERT.
Are you quite sure, Bertha?
BERTHA.
[A little confused, tries to withdraw her hand.] I have answered you.
ROBERT.
[Suddenly.] Bertha, may I kiss your hand? Let me. May I?
BERTHA.
If you wish.
[He lifts her hand to his lips slowly. She rises suddenly and listens.]
BERTHA.
Did you hear the garden gate?