BERTHA.
[Smiling.] But I am not so little. Why do you call me little?
ROBERT.
Little Bertha! One embrace? [He puts his arm around her.] Look into my eyes again.
BERTHA.
[Looks.] I can see the little gold spots. So many you have.
ROBERT.
[Delighted.] Your voice! Give me a kiss, a kiss with your mouth.
BERTHA.
Take it.
ROBERT.
I am afraid. [He kisses her mouth and passes his hand many times over her hair.] At last I hold you in my arms!
BERTHA.
And are you satisfied?
ROBERT.
Let me feel your lips touch mine.
BERTHA.
And then you will be satisfied?
ROBERT.
[Murmurs.] Your lips, Bertha!