RICHARD.
[Darkly.] Perhaps you are sorry now that you did not.
BERTHA.
Perhaps I am.
RICHARD.
[Unpleasantly.] What a fool you were to tell me! It would have been so nice if you had kept it secret.
BERTHA.
As you do, no?
RICHARD.
As I do, yes. [He turns to go.] Goodbye for a while.
BERTHA.
[Alarmed, rises.] Are you going?
RICHARD.
Naturally. My part is ended here.
BERTHA.
To her, I suppose?
RICHARD.
[Astonished.] Who?
BERTHA.
Her ladyship. I suppose it is all planned so that you may have a good opportunity. To meet her and have an intellectual conversation!