Robert. Yes, that is where he was different from me. That is what I have never been able to do—to dare as far as I could imagine.
[He goes slowly toward the back.]
Nanette [rising]. You are going?
Robert. Yes. I can't see her. You see the state I am in. What could I say to her? I had better go.
Nanette. Yes, it is the best way for you both.
[Robert hesitates at the chair right. He tentatively puts a hand out to touch the arm of it, and regards it curiously.]
Nanette [unsteadily]. What are you doing?
Robert. It is strange.... [Suddenly he falls into the chair and buries his head in the cushions, sobbing and calling.] Maurice! Maurice!
Nanette [hoarsely]. Monsieur Robert. [As he does not answer—sharply and frightened.] Monsieur Robert!
Robert [rises slowly, a little dazed, but calm]. Yes, yes, I know. I am trying your nerves. Forgive me. I am going now, Nanette. Here—I was forgetting—The flowers I brought for Madame. You will give them to her, Nanette.