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[Moodily.] You are with me.

No, Robert. Why should I be?

Because I asked you to come to this place. I tried to prepare it for you. [He points vaguely here and there.] A sense of quietness.

[Touching his jacket with her fingers.] And this, too. Your nice velvet coat.

Also. I will keep no secrets from you.

You remind me of someone in a picture. I like you in it But you are not angry, are you?

[Darkly.] Yes. That was my mistake. To ask you to come here. I felt it when I looked at you from the garden and saw you—you, Bertha—standing here. [Hopelessly.] But what else could I have done?

[Quietly.] You mean because others have been here?

Yes.