BERTHA.
[Absently.] Well. He says he likes me.
RICHARD.
[Leans his chin in his hand.] You showed him his note?
BERTHA.
Yes. I asked him what it meant.
RICHARD.
What did he say it meant?
BERTHA.
He said I must know. I said I had an idea. Then he told me he liked me very much. That I was beautiful—and all that.
RICHARD.
Since when!
BERTHA.
[Again absently.] Since when—what?
RICHARD.
Since when did he say he liked you?
BERTHA.
Always, he said. But more since we came back. He said I was like the moon in this lavender dress. [Looking at him.] Had you any words with him—about me?
RICHARD.
[Blandly.] The usual thing. Not about you.