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[Act I
Robert
In that, yes.
Bertha
A little—mad?
Robert
[Comes closer.] No. He is not. Perhaps we are. Why, do you . . .?
Bertha
[Laughs.] I ask you because you are intelligent.
Robert
You must not go away. I will not let you.
Bertha
[Looks full at him.] You?
Robert
Those eyes must not go away. [He takes her hands.] May I kiss your eyes?
Bertha
Do so.
[He kisses her eyes and then passes his hand over her hair.]
Robert
Little Bertha!
Bertha
[Smiling.] But I am not so little. Why do you call me little?
Robert
Little Bertha! One embrace? [He puts his arm around her.] Look into my eyes again.
Bertha
[Looks.] I can see the little gold spots. So many you have.
