RICHARD.
Why? Many reasons. To give Archie lessons. We have known one another so many years, from childhood, Robert, you and I—haven’t we? You have always been interested in me, before I went away and while I was away. Then our letters to each other about my book. Now it is published. I am here again. Perhaps you feel that some new thing is gathering in my brain; perhaps you feel that you should know it. Is that the reason?
BEATRICE.
No.
RICHARD.
Why, then?
BEATRICE.
Otherwise I could not see you.
[She looks at him for a moment and then turns aside quickly.]
RICHARD.
[After a pause repeats uncertainly.] Otherwise you could not see me?
BEATRICE.
[Suddenly confused.] I had better go. They are not coming back. [Rising.] Mr Rowan, I must go.
RICHARD.
[Extending his arms.] But you are running away. Remain. Tell me what your words mean. Are you afraid of me?
BEATRICE.
[Sinks back again.] Afraid? No.
RICHARD.
Have you confidence in me? Do you feel that you know me?