Robert
[Presses her to him.] To end it all—death. To fall from a great high cliff, down, right down into the sea.
Bertha
Please, Robert . . .
Robert
Listening to music and in the arms of the woman I love—the sea, music and death.
Bertha
[Looks at him for a moment.] The woman you love?
Robert
[Hurriedly.] I want to speak to you. Bertha—alone—not here. Will you come?
Bertha
[With downcast eyes.] I too want to speak to you.
Robert
[Tenderly.] Yes, dear, I know. [He kisses her again.] I will speak to you; tell you all, then. I will kiss you, then, long long kisses—when you come to me—long long sweet kisses.
Bertha
Where?
Robert
[In the tone of passion.] Your eyes. Your lips. All your divine body.
Bertha
[Repelling his embrace, confused.] I meant where do you wish me to come.
