BERTHA.
[Looking up.] You never asked me.
ROBERT.
Asked you what?
BERTHA.
If he suspected—or knew.
ROBERT.
And would you have told me?
BERTHA.
Yes.
ROBERT.
[Hesitatingly.] Did you tell him—everything?
BERTHA.
I did.
ROBERT.
I mean—details.
BERTHA.
Everything.
ROBERT.
[With a forced smile.] I see. You were making an experiment for his sake. On me. Well, why not? It seems I was a good subject. Still, it was a little cruel of you.