Exiles - Second Act

Second Act

A room in Robert Hand’s cottage at Ranelagh. On the right, forward, a small black piano, on the rest of which is an open piece of music. Farther back a door leading to the street door. In the wall, at the back, folding doors, draped with dark curtains, leading to a bedroom. Near the piano a large table, on which is a tall oil lamp with a wide yellow shade. Chairs, upholstered, near this table. A small cardtable more forward. Against the back wall a bookcase. In the left wall, back, a window looking out into the garden, and, forward, a door and porch, also leading to the garden. Easychairs here and there. Plants in the porch and near the draped folding doors. On the walls are many framed black and white designs. In the right corner, back, a sideboard; and in the centre of the room, left of the table, a group consisting of a standing Turkish pipe, a low oil stove, which is not lit, and a rocking-chair. It is the evening of the same day.

	Robert Hand, in evening dress, is seated at the piano. The candles are not lit but the lamp on the table is lit. He plays softly in the bass the first bars of Wolfram’s song in the last act of Tannhäuser. Then he breaks off and, resting an elbow on the ledge of the keyboard, meditates. Then he rises and, pulling out a pump from behind the piano, walks here and there in the room ejecting from it into the air sprays of perfume. He inhales the air slowly and then puts the pump back behind the piano. He sits down on a chair near the table and, smoothing his hair carefully, sighs once or twice. Then, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets, he leans back, stretches out his legs, and waits. A knock is heard at the street door. He rises quickly.
Robert	Exclaims. Bertha!
	He hurries out by the door on the right. There is a noise of confused greeting. After a few moments Robert enters, followed by Richard Rowan, who is in grey tweeds as before but holds in one hand a dark felt hat and in the other an umbrella.
Robert	First of all let me put these outside.
	He takes the hat and umbrella, leaves them in the hall and returns.
Robert	Pulling round a chair. Here you are. You are lucky to find me in. Why didn’t you tell me today? You were always a devil for surprises. I suppose my evocation of the past was too much for your wild blood. See how artistic I have become. He points to the walls. The piano is an addition since your time. I was just strumming out Wagner when you came. Killing time. You see I am ready for the fray. Laughs. I was just wondering how you and the vicechancellor were getting on together. With exaggerated alarm. But are you going in that suit? O well, it doesn’t make much odds, I suppose. But how goes the time? He takes out his watch. Twenty past eight already, I declare!
Richard	Have you an appointment?
Robert	Laughs nervously. Suspicious to the last!
Richard	Then I may sit down?
Robert	Of course, of course. They both sit down. For a few minutes, anyhow. Then we can both go on together. We are not bound for time. Between eight and nine, he said, didn’t he? What time is it, I wonder? Is about to look again at his watch; then stops. Twenty past eight, yes.
Richard	Wearily, sadly. Your appointment also was for the same hour. Here.
Robert	What appointment?
Richard	With Bertha.
Robert	Stares at him. Are you mad?
Richard	Are you?
Robert	After a long pause. Who told you?
Richard	She.
	A short silence.
Robert	In a low voice. Yes. I must have been mad. Rapidly. Listen to me, Richard. It is a great relief to me that you have come⁠—the greatest relief. I assure you that ever since this afternoon I have thought and thought how I could break it off without seeming a fool. A great relief! I even intended to send word⁠ ⁠… a letter, a few lines. Suddenly. But then it was too late⁠ ⁠… Passes his hand over his forehead. Let me speak frankly with you; let me tell you everything.
Richard	I know everything. I have known for some time.
Robert	Since when?
Richard	Since it began between you and her.
Robert	Again rapidly. Yes, I was mad. But it was merely lightheadedness. I admit that to have asked her here this evening was a mistake. I can explain everything to you. And I will. Truly.
Richard	Explain to me what is the word you longed and never dared to say to her. If you can or will.
Robert	Looks down, then raises his head. Yes. I will. I admire very much the personality of your⁠ ⁠… of⁠ ⁠… your wife. That is the word. I can say it. It is no secret.
Richard	Then why did you wish to keep secret your wooing?
Robert	Wooing?
Richard	Your advances to her, little by little, day after day, looks, whispers. With a nervous movement of the hands. Insomma, wooing.
Robert	Bewildered. But how do you know all this?
Richard	She told me.
Robert	This afternoon?
Richard	No. Time after time, as it happened.
Robert	You knew? From her? Richard nods. You were watching us all the time?
Richard	Very coldly. I was watching you.
Robert	Quickly. I mean, watching me. And you never spoke! You had only to speak a word⁠—to save me from myself. You were trying me. Passes his hand again over his forehead. It was a terrible trial: now also. Desperately. Well, it is past. It will be a lesson to me for all my life. You hate me now for what I have done and for⁠ ⁠…
Richard	Quietly, looking at him. Have I said that I hate you?
Robert	Do you not? You must.
Richard	Even if Bertha had not told me I should have known. Did you not see that when I came in this afternoon I went into my study suddenly for a moment?
Robert	You did. I remember.
Richard	To give you time to recover yourself. It made me sad to see your eyes. And the roses too. I cannot say why. A great mass of overblown roses.
Robert	I thought I had to give them. Was that strange? Looks at Richard* with a tortured expression.* Too many, perhaps? Or too old or common?
Richard	That was why I did not hate you. The whole thing made me sad all at once.
Robert	To himself. And this is real. It is happening⁠—to us.
	He stares before him for some moments in silence, as if dazed; then, without turning his head, continues.
Robert	And she, too, was trying me; making an experiment with me for your sake!
Richard	You know women better than I do. She says she felt pity for you.
Robert	Brooding. Pitied me, because I am no longer⁠ ⁠… an ideal lover. Like my roses. Common, old.
Richard	Like all men you have a foolish wandering heart.
Robert	Slowly. Well, you spoke at last. You chose the right moment.
Richard	Leans forward. Robert, not like this. For us two, no. Years, a whole life, of friendship. Think a moment. Since childhood, boyhood⁠ ⁠… No, no. Not in such a way⁠—like thieves⁠—at night. Glancing about him. And in such a place. No, Robert, that is not for people like us.
Robert	What a lesson! Richard, I cannot tell you what a relief it is to me that you have spoken⁠—that the danger is passed. Yes, yes. Somewhat diffidently. Because⁠ ⁠… there was some danger for you, too, if you think. Was there not?
Richard	What danger?
Robert	In the same tone. I don’t know. I mean if you had not spoken. If you had watched and waited on until⁠ ⁠…
Richard	Until?
Robert	Bravely. Until I had come to like her more and more (because I can assure you it is only a lightheaded idea of mine), to like her deeply, to love her. Would you have spoken to me then as you have just now? Richard is silent. Robert goes on more boldly. It would have been different, would it not? For then it might have been too late while it is not too late now. What could I have said then? I could have said only: You are my friend, my dear good friend. I am very sorry but I love her. With a sudden fervent gesture. I love her and I will take her from you, however I can, because I love her.
	They look at each other for some moments in silence.
Richard	Calmly. That is the language I have heard often and never believed in. Do you mean by stealth or by violence? Steal you could not in my house because the doors were open; nor take by violence if there were no resistance.
Robert	You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
Richard	Smiling. Go on.
Robert	Diffidently, but bravely. Do you think you have rights over her⁠—over her heart?
Richard	None.
Robert	For what you have done for her? So much! You claim nothing?
Richard	Nothing.
Robert	After a pause strikes his forehead with his hand. What am I saying? Or what am I thinking? I wish you would upbraid me, curse me, hate me as I deserve. You love this woman. I remember all you told me long ago. She is yours, your work. Suddenly. And that is why I, too, was drawn to her. You are so strong that you attract me even through her.
Richard	I am weak.
Robert	With enthusiasm. You, Richard! You are the incarnation of strength.
Richard	Holds out his hands. Feel those hands.
Robert	Taking his hands. Yes. Mine are stronger. But I meant strength of another kind.
Richard	Gloomily. I think you would try to take her by violence.
	He withdraws his hands slowly.
Robert	Rapidly. Those are moments of sheer madness when we feel an intense passion for a woman. We see nothing. We think of nothing. Only to possess her. Call it brutal, bestial, what you will.
Richard	A little timidly. I am afraid that that longing to possess a woman is not love.
Robert	Impatiently. No man ever yet lived on this earth who did not long to possess⁠—I mean to possess in the flesh⁠—the woman whom he loves. It is nature’s law.
Richard	Contemptuously. What is that to me? Did I vote it?
Robert	But if you love⁠ ⁠… What else is it?
Richard	Hesitatingly. To wish her well.
Robert	Warmly. But the passion which burns us night and day to possess her. You feel it as I do. And it is not what you said now.
Richard	Have you⁠ ⁠… ? He stops for an instance. Have you the luminous certitude that yours is the brain in contact with which she must think and understand and that yours is the body in contact with which her body must feel? Have you this certitude in yourself?
Robert	Have you?
Richard	Moved. Once I had it, Robert: a certitude as luminous as that of my own existence⁠—or an illusion as luminous.
Robert	Cautiously. And now?
Richard	If you had it and I could feel that you had it⁠—even now⁠ ⁠…
Robert	What would you do?
Richard	Quietly. Go away. You, and not I, would be necessary to her. Alone as I was before I met her.
Robert	Rubs his hands nervously. A nice little load on my conscience!
Richard	Abstractedly. You met my son when you came to my house this afternoon. He told me. What did you feel?
Robert	Promptly. Pleasure.
Richard	Nothing else?
Robert	Nothing else. Unless I thought of two things at the same time. I am like that. If my best friend lay in his coffin and his face had a comic expression I should smile. With a little gesture of despair. I am like that. But I should suffer too, deeply.
Richard	You spoke of conscience⁠ ⁠… Did he seem to you a child only⁠—or an angel?
Robert	Shakes his head. No. Neither an angel nor an Anglo-Saxon. Two things, by the way, for which I have very little sympathy.
Richard	Never then? Never even⁠ ⁠… with her? Tell me. I wish to know.
Robert	I feel in my heart something different. I believe that on the last day (if it ever comes), when we are all assembled together, that the Almighty will speak to us like this. We will say that we lived chastely with one other creature⁠ ⁠…
Richard	Bitterly. Lie to Him?
Robert	Or that we tried to. And He will say to us: Fools! Who told you that you were to give yourselves to one being only? You were made to give yourselves to many freely. I wrote that law with My finger on your hearts.
Richard	On woman’s heart, too?
Robert	Yes. Can we close our heart against an affection which we feel deeply? Should we close it? Should she?
Richard	We are speaking of bodily union.
Robert	Affection between man and woman must come to that. We think too much of it because our minds are warped. For us today it is of no more consequence than any other form of contact⁠—than a kiss.
Richard	If it is of no consequence why are you dissatisfied till you reach that end? Why were you waiting here tonight?
Robert	Passion tends to go as far as it can; but, you may believe me or not, I had not that in my mind⁠—to reach that end.
Richard	Reach it if you can. I will use no arm against you that the world puts in my hand. If the law which God’s finger has written on our hearts is the law you say I too am God’s creature.
	He rises and paces to and fro some moments in silence. Then he goes towards the porch and leans against the jamb. Robert* watches him.*
Robert	I always felt it. In myself and in others.
Richard	Absently. Yes?
Robert	With a vague gesture. For all. That a woman, too, has the right to try with many men until she finds love. An immoral idea, is it not? I wanted to write a book about it. I began it⁠ ⁠…
Richard	As before. Yes?
Robert	Because I knew a woman who seemed to me to be doing that⁠—carrying out that idea in her own life. She interested me very much.
Richard	When was this?
Robert	O, not lately. When you were away.
	Richard leaves his place rather abruptly and again paces to and fro.
Robert	You see, I am more honest than you thought.
Richard	I wish you had not thought of her now⁠—whoever she was, or is.
Robert	Easily. She was and is the wife of a stockbroker.
Richard	Turning. You know him?
Robert	Intimately.
	Richard sits down again in the same place and leans forward, his head on his hands.
Robert	Moving his chair a little closer. May I ask you a question?
Richard	You may.
Robert	With some hesitation. Has it never happened to you in these years⁠—I mean when you were away from her, perhaps, or travelling⁠—to⁠ ⁠… betray her with another. Betray her, I mean, not in love. Carnally, I mean⁠ ⁠… Has that never happened?
Richard	It has.
Robert	And what did you do?
Richard	As before. I remember the first time. I came home. It was night. My house was silent. My little son was sleeping in his cot. She, too, was asleep. I wakened her from sleep and told her. I cried beside her bed; and I pierced her heart.
Robert	O, Richard, why did you do that?
Richard	Betray her?
Robert	No. But tell her, waken her from sleep to tell her. It was piercing her heart.
Richard	She must know me as I am.
Robert	But that is not you as you are. A moment of weakness.
Richard	Lost in thought. And I was feeding the flame of her innocence with my guilt.
Robert	Brusquely. O, don’t talk of guilt and innocence. You have made her all that she is. A strange and wonderful personality⁠—in my eyes, at least.
Richard	Darkly. Or I have killed her.
Robert	Killed her?
Richard	The virginity of her soul.
Robert	Impatiently. Well lost! What would she be without you?
Richard	I tried to give her a new life.
Robert	And you have. A new and rich life.
Richard	Is it worth what I have taken from her⁠—her girlhood, her laughter, her young beauty, the hopes in her young heart?
Robert	Firmly. Yes. Well worth it. He looks at Richard* for some moments in silence.* If you had neglected her, lived wildly, brought her away so far only to make her suffer⁠ ⁠…
	He stops. Richard* raises his head and looks at him.*
Richard	If I had?
Robert	Slightly confused. You know there were rumours here of your life abroad⁠—a wild life. Some persons who knew you or met you or heard of you in Rome. Lying rumours.
Richard	Coldly. Continue.
Robert	Laughs a little harshly. Even I at times thought of her as a victim. Smoothly. And of course, Richard, I felt and knew all the time that you were a man of great talent⁠—of something more than talent. And that was your excuse⁠—a valid one in my eyes.
Richard	Have you thought that it is perhaps now⁠—at this moment⁠—that I am neglecting her? He clasps his hands nervously and leans across toward Robert. I may be silent still. And she may yield to you at last⁠—wholly and many times.
Robert	Draws back at once. My dear Richard, my dear friend, I swear to you I could not make you suffer.
Richard	Continuing. You may then know in soul and body, in a hundred forms, and ever restlessly, what some old theologian, Duns Scotus, I think, called a death of the spirit.
Robert	Eagerly. A death. No; its affirmation! A death! The supreme instant of life from which all coming life proceeds, the eternal law of nature herself.
Richard	And that other law of nature, as you call it: change. How will it be when you turn against her and against me; when her beauty, or what seems so to you now, wearies you and my affection for you seems false and odious?
Robert	That will never be. Never.
Richard	And you turn even against yourself for having known me or trafficked with us both?
Robert	Gravely. It will never be like that, Richard. Be sure of that.
Richard	Contemptuously. I care very little whether it is or not because there is something I fear much more.
Robert	Shakes his head. You fear? I disbelieve you, Richard. Since we were boys together I have followed your mind. You do not know what moral fear is.
Richard	Lays his hand on his arm. Listen. She is dead. She lies on my bed. I look at her body which I betrayed⁠—grossly and many times. And loved, too, and wept over. And I know that her body was always my loyal slave. To me, to me only she gave⁠ ⁠… He breaks off and turns aside, unable to speak.
Robert	Softly. Do not suffer, Richard. There is no need. She is loyal to you, body and soul. Why do you fear?
Richard	Turns towards him, almost fiercely. Not that fear. But that I will reproach myself then for having taken all for myself because I would not suffer her to give to another what was hers and not mine to give, because I accepted from her her loyalty and made her life poorer in love. That is my fear. That I stand between her and any moments of life that should be hers, between her and you, between her and anyone, between her and anything. I will not do it. I cannot and I will not. I dare not.
	He leans back in his chair breathless, with shining eyes. Robert* rises quietly, and stands behind his chair.*
Robert	Look here, Richard. We have said all there is to be said. Let the past be past.
Richard	Quickly and harshly. Wait. One thing more. For you, too, must know me as I am⁠—now.
Robert	More? Is there more?
Richard	I told you that when I saw your eyes this afternoon I felt sad. Your humility and confusion, I felt, united you to me in brotherhood. He turns half round towards him. At that moment I felt our whole life together in the past, and I longed to put my arm around your neck.
Robert	Deeply and suddenly touched. It is noble of you, Richard, to forgive me like this.
Richard	Struggling with himself. I told you that I wished you not to do anything false and secret against me⁠—against our friendship, against her; not to steal her from me craftily, secretly, meanly⁠—in the dark, in the night⁠—you, Robert, my friend.
Robert	I know. And it was noble of you.
Richard	Looks up at him with a steady gaze. No. Not noble. Ignoble.
Robert	Makes an involuntary gesture. How? Why?
Richard	Looks away again: in a lower voice. That is what I must tell you too. Because in the very core of my ignoble heart I longed to be betrayed by you and by her⁠—in the dark, in the night⁠—secretly, meanly, craftily. By you, my best friend, and by her. I longed for that passionately and ignobly, to be dishonoured forever in love and in lust, to be⁠ ⁠…
Robert	Bending down, places his hands over Richard’s* mouth.* Enough. Enough. He takes his hands away. But no. Go on.
Richard	To be forever a shameful creature and to build up my soul again out of the ruins of its shame.
Robert	And that is why you wished that she⁠ ⁠…
Richard	With calm. She has spoken always of her innocence, as I have spoken always of my guilt, humbling me.
Robert	From pride, then?
Richard	From pride and from ignoble longing. And from a motive deeper still.
Robert	With decision. I understand you.
	He returns to his place and begins to speak at once, drawing his chair closer.
Robert	May it not be that we are here and now in the presence of a moment which will free us both⁠—me as well as you⁠—from the last bonds of what is called morality. My friendship for you has laid bonds on me.
Richard	Light bonds, apparently.
Robert	I acted in the dark, secretly. I will do so no longer. Have you the courage to allow me to act freely?
Richard	A duel⁠—between us?
Robert	With growing excitement. A battle of both our souls, different as they are, against all that is false in them and in the world. A battle of your soul against the spectre of fidelity, of mine against the spectre of friendship. All life is a conquest, the victory of human passion over the commandments of cowardice. Will you, Richard? Have you the courage? Even if it shatters to atoms the friendship between us, even if it breaks up forever the last illusion in your own life? There was an eternity before we were born: another will come after we are dead. The blinding instant of passion alone⁠—passion, free, unashamed, irresistible⁠—that is the only gate by which we can escape from the misery of what slaves call life. Is not this the language of your own youth that I heard so often from you in this very place where we are sitting now? Have you changed?
Richard	Passes his hand across his brow. Yes. It is the language of my youth.
Robert	Eagerly, intensely. Richard, you have driven me up to this point. She and I have only obeyed your will. You yourself have roused these words in my brain. Your own words. Shall we? Freely? Together?
Richard	Mastering his emotion. Together no. Fight your part alone. I will not free you. Leave me to fight mine.
Robert	Rises, decided. You allow me, then?
Richard	Rises also, calmly. Free yourself.
	A knock is heard at the hall door.
Robert	In alarm. What does this mean?
Richard	Calmly. Bertha, evidently. Did you not ask her to come?
Robert	Yes, but⁠ ⁠… Looking about him. Then I am going, Richard.
Richard	No. I am going.
Robert	Desperately. Richard, I appeal to you. Let me go. It is over. She is yours. Keep her and forgive me, both of you.
Richard	Because you are generous enough to allow me?
Robert	Hotly. Richard, you will make me angry with you if you say that.
Richard	Angry or not, I will not live on your generosity. You have asked her to meet you here tonight and alone. Solve the question between you.
Robert	Promptly. Open the door. I shall wait in the garden. He goes towards the porch. Explain to her, Richard, as best you can. I cannot see her now.
Richard	I shall go. I tell you. Wait out there if you wish.
	He goes out by the door on the right. Robert* goes out hastily through the porch but comes back the same instant.*
Robert	An umbrella! With a sudden gesture. O!
	He goes out again through the porch. The hall door is heard to open and close. Richard enters, followed by Bertha, who is dressed in a darkbrown costume and wears a small dark red hat. She has neither umbrella nor waterproof.
Richard	Gaily. Welcome back to old Ireland!
Bertha	Nervously, seriously. Is this the place?
Richard	Yes, it is. How did you find it?
Bertha	I told the cabman. I didn’t like to ask my way. Looking about her curiously. Was he not waiting? Has he gone away?
Richard	Points towards the garden. He is waiting. Out there. He was waiting when I came.
Bertha	Selfpossessed again. You see, you came after all.
Richard	Did you think I would not?
Bertha	I knew you could not remain away. You see, after all you are like all other men. You had to come. You are jealous like the others.
Richard	You seem annoyed to find me here.
Bertha	What happened between you?
Richard	I told him I knew everything, that I had known for a long time. He asked how. I said from you.
Bertha	Does he hate me?
Richard	I cannot read in his heart.
Bertha	Sits down helplessly. Yes. He hates me. He believes I made a fool of him⁠—betrayed him. I knew he would.
Richard	I told him you were sincere with him.
Bertha	He does not believe it. Nobody would believe it. I should have told him first⁠—not you.
Richard	I thought he was a common robber, prepared to use even violence against you. I had to protect you from that.
Bertha	That I could have done myself.
Richard	Are you sure?
Bertha	It would have been enough to have told him that you knew I was here. Now I can find out nothing. He hates me. He is right to hate me. I have treated him badly, shamefully.
Richard	Takes her hand. Bertha, look at me.
Bertha	Turns to him. Well?
Richard	Gazes into her eyes and then lets her hand fall. I cannot read in your heart either.
Bertha	Still looking at him. You could not remain away. Do you not trust me? You can see I am quite calm. I could have hidden it all from you.
Richard	I doubt that.
Bertha	With a slight toss of her head. O, easily if I had wanted to.
Richard	Darkly. Perhaps you are sorry now that you did not.
Bertha	Perhaps I am.
Richard	Unpleasantly. What a fool you were to tell me! It would have been so nice if you had kept it secret.
Bertha	As you do, no?
Richard	As I do, yes. He turns to go. Goodbye for a while.
Bertha	Alarmed, rises. Are you going?
Richard	Naturally. My part is ended here.
Bertha	To her, I suppose?
Richard	Astonished. Who?
Bertha	Her ladyship. I suppose it is all planned so that you may have a good opportunity. To meet her and have an intellectual conversation!
Richard	With an outburst of rude anger. To meet the devil’s father!
Bertha	Unpins her hat and sits down. Very well. You can go. Now I know what to do.
Richard	Returns, approaches her. You don’t believe a word of what you say.
Bertha	Calmly. You can go. Why don’t you?
Richard	Then you have come here and led him on in this way on account of me. Is that how it is?
Bertha	There is one person in all this who is not a fool. And that is you. I am though. And he is.
Richard	Continuing. If so you have indeed treated him badly and shamefully.
Bertha	Points at him. Yes. But it was your fault. And I will end it now. I am simply a tool for you. You have no respect for me. You never had because I did what I did.
Richard	And has he respect?
Bertha	He has. Of all the persons I met since I came back he is the only one who has. And he knows what they only suspect. And that is why I liked him from the first and like him still. Great respect for me she has! Why did you not ask her to come away with you nine years ago?
Richard	You know why, Bertha. Ask yourself.
Bertha	Yes, I know why. You knew the answer you would get. That is why.
Richard	That is not why. I did not even ask you.
Bertha	Yes. You knew I would go, asked or not. I do things. But if I do one thing I can do two things. As I have the name I can have the gains.
Richard	With increasing excitement. Bertha, I accept what is to be. I have trusted you. I will trust you still.
Bertha	To have that against me. To leave me then. Almost passionately. Why do you not defend me then against him? Why do you go away from me now without a word? Dick, my God, tell me what you wish me to do?
Richard	I cannot, dear. Struggling with himself. Your own heart will tell you. He seizes both her hands. I have a wild delight in my soul, Bertha, as I look at you. I see you as you are yourself. That I came first in your life or before him then⁠—that may be nothing to you. You may be his more than mine.
Bertha	I am not. Only I feel for him, too.
Richard	And I do too. You may be his and mine. I will trust you, Bertha, and him too. I must. I cannot hate him since his arms have been around you. You have drawn us near together. There is something wiser than wisdom in your heart. Who am I that I should call myself master of your heart or of any woman’s? Bertha, love him, be his, give yourself to him if you desire⁠—or if you can.
Bertha	Dreamily. I will remain.
Richard	Goodbye.
	He lets her hand fall and goes out rapidly on the right. Bertha remains sitting. Then she rises and goes timidly towards the porch. She stops near it and, after a little hesitation, calls into the garden.
Bertha	Is anyone out there?
	At the same time she retreats towards the middle of the room. Then she calls again in the same way.
Bertha	Is anyone there?
	Robert appears in the open doorway that leads in from the garden. His coat is buttoned and the collar is turned up. He holds the doorposts with his hands lightly and waits for Bertha to see him.
Bertha	Catching sight of him, starts back: then, quickly. Robert!
Robert	Are you alone?
Bertha	Yes.
Robert	Looking towards the door on the right. Where is he?
Bertha	Gone. Nervously. You startled me. Where did you come from?
Robert	With a movement of his head. Out there. Did he not tell you I was out there⁠—waiting?
Bertha	Quickly. Yes, he told me. But I was afraid here alone. With the door open, waiting. She comes to the table and rests her hand on the corner. Why do you stand like that in the doorway?
Robert	Why? I am afraid too.
Bertha	Of what?
Robert	Of you.
Bertha	Looks down. Do you hate me now?
Robert	I fear you. Clasping his hands at his back, quietly but a little defiantly. I fear a new torture⁠—a new trap.
Bertha	As before. For what do you blame me?
Robert	Comes forward a few steps, halts: then impulsively: Why did you lead me on? Day after day, more and more. Why did you not stop me? You could have⁠—with a word. But not even a word! I forgot myself and him. You saw it. That I was ruining myself in his eyes, losing his friendship. Did you want me to?
Bertha	Looking up. You never asked me.
Robert	Asked you what?
Bertha	If he suspected⁠—or knew.
Robert	And would you have told me?
Bertha	Yes.
Robert	Hesitatingly. Did you tell him⁠—everything?
Bertha	I did.
Robert	I mean⁠—details.
Bertha	Everything.
Robert	With a forced smile. I see. You were making an experiment for his sake. On me. Well, why not? It seems I was a good subject. Still, it was a little cruel of you.
Bertha	Try to understand me, Robert. You must try.
Robert	With a polite gesture. Well, I will try.
Bertha	Why do you stand like that near the door? It makes me nervous to look at you.
Robert	I am trying to understand. And then I am afraid.
Bertha	Holds out her hand. You need not be afraid.
	Robert comes towards her quickly and takes her hand.
Robert	Diffidently. Used you to laugh over me⁠—together? Drawing his hand away. But now I must be good or you may laugh over me again⁠—tonight.
Bertha	Distressed, lays her hand on his arm. Please listen to me, Robert⁠ ⁠… But you are all wet, drenched! She passes her hands over his coat. O, you poor fellow! Out there in the rain all that time! I forgot that.
Robert	Laughs. Yes, you forgot the climate.
Bertha	But you are really drenched. You must change your coat.
Robert	Takes her hands. Tell me, it is pity then that you feel for me, as he⁠—as Richard⁠—says?
Bertha	Please change your coat, Robert, when I ask you. You might get a very bad cold from that. Do, please.
Robert	What would it matter now?
Bertha	Looking round her. Where do you keep your clothes here?
Robert	Points to the door at the back. In there. I fancy I have a jacket here. Maliciously. In my bedroom.
Bertha	Well, go in and take that off.
Robert	And you?
Bertha	I will wait here for you.
Robert	Do you command me to?
Bertha	Laughing. Yes, I command you.
Robert	Promptly. Then I will. He goes quickly towards the bedroom door; then turns round. You won’t go away?
Bertha	No, I will wait. But don’t be long.
Robert	Only a moment.
	He goes into the bedroom, leaving the door open. Bertha* looks curiously about her and then glances in indecision towards the door at the back.*
Robert	From the bedroom. You have not gone?
Bertha	No.
Robert	I am in the dark here. I must light the lamp.
	He is heard striking a match, and putting a glass shade on a lamp. A pink light comes in through the doorway. Bertha* glances at her watch at her wristlet and then sits at the table.*
Robert	As before. Do you like the effect of the light?
Bertha	O, yes.
Robert	Can you admire it from where you are?
Bertha	Yes, quite well.
Robert	It was for you.
Bertha	Confused. I am not worthy even of that.
Robert	Clearly, harshly. Love’s labour lost.
Bertha	Rising nervously. Robert!
Robert	Yes?
Bertha	Come here, quickly! Quickly, I say!
Robert	I am ready.
	He appears in the doorway, wearing a darkgreen velvet jacket. Seeing her agitation, he comes quickly towards her.
Robert	What is it, Bertha?
Bertha	Trembling. I was afraid.
Robert	Of being alone?
Bertha	Catches his hands. You know what I mean. My nerves are all upset.
Robert	That I⁠ ⁠… ?
Bertha	Promise me, Robert, not to think of such a thing. Never. If you like me at all. I thought that moment⁠ ⁠…
Robert	What an idea?
Bertha	But promise me if you like me.
Robert	If I like you, Bertha! I promise. Of course, I promise. You are trembling all over.
Bertha	Let me sit down somewhere. It will pass in a moment.
Robert	My poor Bertha! Sit down. Come.
	He leads her towards a chair near the table. She sits down. He stands beside her.
Robert	After a short pause. Has it passed?
Bertha	Yes. It was only for a moment. I was very silly. I was afraid that⁠ ⁠… I wanted to see you near me.
Robert	That⁠ ⁠… that you made me promise not to think of?
Bertha	Yes.
Robert	Keenly. Or something else?
Bertha	Helplessly. Robert, I feared something. I am not sure what.
Robert	And now?
Bertha	Now you are here. I can see you. Now it has passed.
Robert	With resignation. Passed. Yes. Love’s labour lost.
Bertha	Looks up at him. Listen, Robert. I want to explain to you about that. I could not deceive Dick. Never. In nothing. I told him everything⁠—from the first. Then it went on and on; and still you never spoke or asked me. I wanted you to.
Robert	Is that the truth, Bertha?
Bertha	Yes, because it annoyed me that you could think I was like⁠ ⁠… like the other women I suppose you knew that way. I think that Dick is right too. Why should there be secrets?
Robert	Softly. Still, secrets can be very sweet. Can they not?
Bertha	Smiles. Yes, I know they can. But, you see, I could not keep things secret from Dick. Besides, what is the good? They always come out in the end. Is it not better for people to know?
Robert	Softly and a little shyly. How could you, Bertha, tell him everything? Did you? Every single thing that passed between us?
Bertha	Yes. Everything he asked me.
Robert	Did he ask you⁠—much?
Bertha	You know the kind he is. He asks about everything. The ins and outs.
Robert	About our kissing, too?
Bertha	Of course. I told him all.
Robert	Shakes his head slowly. Extraordinary little person! Were you not ashamed?
Bertha	No.
Robert	Not a bit?
Bertha	No. Why? Is that terrible?
Robert	And how did he take it? Tell me. I want to know everything, too.
Bertha	Laughs. It excited him. More than usual.
Robert	Why? Is he excitable⁠—still?
Bertha	Archly. Yes, very. When he is not lost in his philosophy.
Robert	More than I?
Bertha	More than you? Reflecting. How could I answer that? You both are, I suppose?
	Robert turns aside and gazes towards the porch, passing his hand once or twice thoughtfully over his hair.
Bertha	Gently. Are you angry with me again?
Robert	Moodily. You are with me.
Bertha	No, Robert. Why should I be?
Robert	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.
Bertha	Touching his jacket with her fingers. And this, too. Your nice velvet coat.
Robert	Also. I will keep no secrets from you.
Bertha	You remind me of someone in a picture. I like you in it⁠ ⁠… But you are not angry, are you?
Robert	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?
Bertha	Quietly. You mean because others have been here?
Robert	Yes.
	He walks away from her a few paces. A gust of wind makes the lamp on the table flicker. He lowers the wick slightly.
Bertha	Following him with her eyes. But I knew that before I came. I am not angry with you for it.
Robert	Shrugs his shoulders. Why should you be angry with me after all? You are not even angry with him⁠—for the same thing⁠—or worse.
Bertha	Did he tell you that about himself?
Robert	Yes. He told me. We all confess to one another here. Turn about.
Bertha	I try to forget it.
Robert	It does not trouble you?
Bertha	Not now. Only I dislike to think of it.
Robert	It is merely something brutal, you think? Of little importance?
Bertha	It does not trouble me⁠—now.
Robert	Looking at her over his shoulder. But there is something that would trouble you very much and that you would not try to forget?
Bertha	What?
Robert	Turning towards her. If it were not only something brutal with this person or that⁠—for a few moments. If it were something fine and spiritual⁠—with one person only⁠—with one woman. Smiles. And perhaps brutal too. It usually comes to that sooner or later. Would you try to forget and forgive that?
Bertha	Toying with her wristlet. In whom?
Robert	In anyone. In me.
Bertha	Calmly. You mean in Dick.
Robert	I said in myself. But would you?
Bertha	You think I would revenge myself? Is Dick not to be free too?
Robert	Points at her. That is not from your heart, Bertha.
Bertha	Proudly. Yes, it is; let him be free too. He leaves me free also.
Robert	Insistently. And you know why? And understand? And you like it? And you want to be? And it makes you happy? And has made you happy? Always? This gift of freedom which he gave you⁠—nine years ago?
Bertha	Gazing at him with wide open eyes. But why do you ask me such a lot of questions, Robert?
Robert	Stretches out both hands to her. Because I had another gift to offer you then⁠—a common simple gift⁠—like myself. If you want to know it I will tell you.
Bertha	Looking at her watch. Past is past, Robert. And I think I ought to go now. It is nine almost.
Robert	Impetuously. No, no. Not yet. There is one confession more and we have the right to speak.
	He crosses before the table rapidly and sits down beside her.
Bertha	Turning towards him, places her left hand on his shoulder. Yes, Robert. I know that you like me. You need not tell me. Kindly. You need not confess any more tonight.
	A gust of wind enters through the porch, with a sound of moving leaves. The lamp flickers quickly.
Bertha	Pointing over his shoulder. Look! It is too high.
	Without rising, he bends towards the table, and turns down the wick more. The room is half dark. The light comes in more strongly through the doorway of the bedroom.
Robert	The wind is rising. I will close that door.
Bertha	Listening. No, it is raining still. It was only a gust of wind.
Robert	Touches her shoulder. Tell me if the air is too cold for you. Half rising. I will close it.
Bertha	Detaining him. No. I am not cold. Besides, I am going now, Robert. I must.
Robert	Firmly. No, no. There is no must now. We were left here for this. And you are wrong, Bertha. The past is not past. It is present here now. My feeling for you is the same now as it was then, because then⁠—you slighted it.
Bertha	No, Robert. I did not.
Robert	Continuing. You did. And I have felt it all these years without knowing it⁠—till now. Even while I lived⁠—the kind of life you know and dislike to think of⁠—the kind of life to which you condemned me.
Bertha	I?
Robert	Yes, when you slighted the common simple gift I had to offer you⁠—and took his gift instead.
Bertha	Looking at him. But you never⁠ ⁠…
Robert	No. Because you had chosen him. I saw that. I saw it on the first night we met, we three together. Why did you choose him?
Bertha	Bends her head. Is that not love?
Robert	Continuing. And every night when we two⁠—he and I⁠—came to that corner to meet you I saw it and felt it. You remember the corner, Bertha?
Bertha	As before. Yes.
Robert	And when you and he went away for your walk and I went along the street alone I felt it. And when he spoke to me about you and told me he was going away⁠—then most of all.
Bertha	Why then most of all?
Robert	Because it was then that I was guilty of my first treason towards him.
Bertha	Robert, what are you saying? Your first treason against Dick?
Robert	Nods. And not my last. He spoke of you and himself. Of how your life would be together⁠—free and all that. Free, yes! He would not even ask you to go with him. Bitterly. He did not. And you went all the same.
Bertha	I wanted to be with him. You know⁠ ⁠… Raising her head and looking at him. You know how we were then⁠—Dick and I.
Robert	Unheeding. I advised him to go alone⁠—not to take you with him⁠—to live alone in order to see if what he felt for you was a passing thing which might ruin your happiness and his career.
Bertha	Well, Robert. It was unkind of you towards me. But I forgive you because you were thinking of his happiness and mine.
Robert	Bending closer to her. No, Bertha. I was not. And that was my treason. I was thinking of myself⁠—that you might turn from him when he had gone and he from you. Then I would have offered you my gift. You know what it was now. The simple common gift that men offer to women. Not the best perhaps. Best or worst⁠—it would have been yours.
Bertha	Turning away from him. He did not take your advice.
Robert	As before. No. And the night you ran away together⁠—O, how happy I was!
Bertha	Pressing his hands. Keep calm, Robert. I know you liked me always. Why did you not forget me?
Robert	Smiles bitterly. How happy I felt as I came back along the quays and saw in the distance the boat lit up going down the black river, taking you away from me! In a calmer tone. But why did you choose him? Did you not like me at all?
Bertha	Yes. I liked you because you were his friend. We often spoke about you. Often and often. Every time you wrote or sent papers or books to Dick. And I like you still, Robert. Looking into his eyes. I never forgot you.
Robert	Nor I you. I knew I would see you again. I knew it the night you went away⁠—that you would come back. And that was why I wrote and worked to see you again⁠—here.
Bertha	And here I am. You were right.
Robert	Slowly. Nine years. Nine times more beautiful!
Bertha	Smiling. But am I? What do you see in me?
Robert	Gazing at her. A strange and beautiful lady.
Bertha	Almost disgusted. O, please don’t call me such a thing!
Robert	Earnestly. You are more. A young and beautiful queen.
Bertha	With a sudden laugh. O, Robert!
Robert	Lowering his voice and bending nearer to her. But do you not know that you are a beautiful human being? Do you not know that you have a beautiful body? Beautiful and young?
Bertha	Gravely. Some day I will be old.
Robert	Shakes his head. I cannot imagine it. Tonight you are young and beautiful. Tonight you have come back to me. With passion. Who knows what will be tomorrow? I may never see you again or never see you as I do now.
Bertha	Would you suffer?
Robert	Looks round the room, without answering. This room and this hour were made for your coming. When you have gone⁠—all is gone.
Bertha	Anxiously. But you will see me again, Robert⁠ ⁠… as before.
Robert	Looks full at her. To make him⁠—Richard⁠—suffer.
Bertha	He does not suffer.
Robert	Bowing his head. Yes, yes. He does.
Bertha	He knows we like each other. Is there any harm, then?
Robert	Raising his head. No there is no harm. Why should we not? He does not know yet what I feel. He has left us alone here at night, at this hour, because he longs to know it⁠—he longs to be delivered.
Bertha	From what?
Robert	Moves closer to her and presses her arm as he speaks. From every law, Bertha, from every bond. All his life he has sought to deliver himself. Every chain but one he has broken and that one we are to break, Bertha⁠—you and I.
Bertha	Almost inaudibly. Are you sure?
Robert	Still more warmly. I am sure that no law made by man is sacred before the impulse of passion. Almost fiercely. Who made us for one only? It is a crime against our own being if we are so. There is no law before impulse. Laws are for slaves. Bertha, say my name! Let me hear your voice say it. Softly!
Bertha	Softly. Robert!
Robert	Puts his arm about her shoulder. Only the impulse towards youth and beauty does not die. He points towards the porch. Listen!
Bertha	In alarm. What?
Robert	The rain falling. Summer rain on the earth. Night rain. The darkness and warmth and flood of passion. Tonight the earth is loved⁠—loved and possessed. Her lover’s arms around her; and she is silent. Speak, dearest!
Bertha	Suddenly leans forward and listens intently. Hush!
Robert	Listening, smiles. Nothing. Nobody. We are alone.
	A gust of wind blows in through the porch, with a sound of shaken leaves. The flame of the lamp leaps.
Bertha	Pointing to the lamp. Look!
Robert	Only the wind. We have light enough from the other room.
	He stretches his hand across the table and puts out the lamp. The light from the doorway of the bedroom crosses the place where they sit. The room is quite dark.
Robert	Are you happy? Tell me.
Bertha	I am going now, Robert. It is very late. Be satisfied.
Robert	Caressing her hair. Not yet, not yet. Tell me, do you love me a little?
Bertha	I like you, Robert. I think you are good. Half rising. Are you satisfied?
Robert	Detaining her, kisses her hair. Do not go, Bertha! There is time still. Do you love me too? I have waited a long time. Do you love us both⁠—him and also me? Do you, Bertha? The truth! Tell me. Tell me with your eyes. Or speak!
	She does not answer. In the silence the rain is heard falling.