You ask me that?—Is there—any hope? Oh, don't deceive me—now! I couldn't bear it now!—Is there any hope?
Michaelis.
A half-hour ago I thought there was none. But now I say, have hope.
Mrs. Beeler.
Eagerly.
Do you? Do you? Oh, I wonder—I wonder if that could be the meaning—?
Michaelis.
The meaning—?
Mrs. Beeler.
Of something I felt, just now, as I sat there in my room by the open window.