Please never tell me any more that you love me. I don't want it. Otherwise I will quit. You pronounce the word love as if you were cracking me with your whip. You know it is disgusting——
[He turns brusquely and goes. Both notice HE; Bezano, frowning, passes out quickly. Zinida returns to her place at the desk, with a proudly indifferent expression.]
He
[Coming in]: I beg your pardon, but I——
Zinida
There you are again, poking your nose into everything, He. Do you really want a slap?
He
[Laughing]: No. I simply forgot my overcoat. I didn't hear anything.
Zinida
I don't care whether you did or not.