RICHARD.
Do you want to go?
BERTHA.
I want to find out what he means. Am I to go?
RICHARD.
Why do you ask me? Decide yourself.
BERTHA.
Do you tell me to go?
RICHARD.
No.
BERTHA.
Do you forbid me to go?
RICHARD.
No.
BRIGID.
[From the garden.] Come quickly, Master Archie! Your tea is waiting on you.
[Brigid crosses the room and goes out through the folding doors. Bertha folds the slip into the waist of her dress and goes slowly towards the right. Near the door she turns and halts.]
BERTHA.
Tell me not to go and I will not.