BEATRICE.
[Bends her head.] Yes.
RICHARD.
On account of others or for want of courage—which?
BEATRICE.
[Softly.] Courage.
RICHARD.
[Slowly.] And so you have followed me with pride and scorn also in your heart?
BEATRICE.
And loneliness.
[She leans her head on her hand, averting her face. Richard rises and walks slowly to the window on the left. He looks out for some moments and then returns towards her, crosses to the lounge and sits down near her.]
RICHARD.
Do you love him still?
BEATRICE.
I do not even know.
RICHARD.
It was that that made me so reserved with you—then—even though I felt your interest in me, even though I felt that I too was something in your life.
BEATRICE.
You were.