RICHARD.
[Without looking at her.] Decide yourself.
BERTHA.
Will you blame me then?
RICHARD.
[Excitedly.] No, no! I will not blame you. You are free. I cannot blame you.
[Archie appears at the garden door.]
BERTHA.
I did not deceive you.
[She goes out through the folding doors. Richard remains standing at the table. Archie, when his mother has gone, runs down to Richard.]
ARCHIE.
[Quickly.] Well, did you ask her?
RICHARD.
[Starting.] What?
ARCHIE.
Can I go?
RICHARD.
Yes.