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In that, yes.

A little—mad?

[Comes closer.] No. He is not. Perhaps we are. Why, do you ?

[Laughs.] I ask you because you are intelligent.

You must not go away. I will not let you.

[Looks full at him.] You?

Those eyes must not go away. [He takes her hands.] May I kiss your eyes?

Do so.

Little Bertha!

[Smiling.] But I am not so little. Why do you call me little?

Little Bertha! One embrace? [He puts his arm around her.] Look into my eyes again.

[Looks.] I can see the little gold spots. So many you have.