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I think men speak like that to all women whom they like or admire. What do you want me to believe?

All men, Bertha?

[With sudden sadness.] I think so.

I too?

Yes, Robert. I think you too.

All then—without exception? Or with one exception? [In a lower tone.] Or is he too—Richard too—like us all—in that at least? Or different?

[Looks into his eyes.] Different.

Are you quite sure, Bertha?

[A little confused, tries to withdraw her hand.] I have answered you.

[Suddenly.] Bertha, may I kiss your hand? Let me. May I?

If you wish.