BERTHA.
[Hesitates, then looking straight at him.] I did. I kissed him.
RICHARD.
What way?
BERTHA.
[With a shrug.] O simply.
RICHARD.
Were you excited?
BERTHA.
Well, you can imagine. [Frowning suddenly.] Not much. He has not nice lips... Still I was excited, of course. But not like with you, Dick.
RICHARD.
Was he?
BERTHA.
Excited? Yes, I think he was. He sighed. He was dreadfully nervous.
RICHARD.
[Resting his forehead on his hand.] I see.
BERTHA.
[Crosses towards the lounge and stands near him.] Are you jealous?
RICHARD.
[As before.] No.