my cousin about Mr Rowan when he was away and, to a certain extent, it was I . . .
Bertha
[Nods slowly.] I see. And that is on your conscience. Only that?
Beatrice
I think so.
Bertha
[Almost cheerfully.] It looks as if it was you, Miss Justice, who brought my husband back to Ireland.
Beatrice
I, Mrs Rowan?
Bertha
Yes, you. By your letters to him and then by speaking to your cousin as you said just now. Do you not think that you are the person who brought him back?
Beatrice
[Blushing suddenly.] No. I could not think that.
Bertha
[Watches her for a moment; then turning aside.] You know that my husband is writing very much since he came back.
Beatrice
Is he?
Bertha
Did you not know? [She points towards the study.] He passes the greater part of the night in there writing. Night after night.
Beatrice
In his study?
Bertha
Study or bedroom. You may call it what you please.
