Otto.
Margaret! Margaret! What have I done? What
have I done? [Examining her.] Sister! Sister! No,
no, it's not fatal! She has only fainted. Speak to
me! One word—only one! Say you forgive me!
Sir Robert.
[Stepping back to R. of couch.] Get up! Get up,
I tell you! [Otto rises from his knees.] The police are
coming. Your family and friends have already been
arrested. But you are a boy, and for your sister's
sake I let you go. Go back to your masters. Tell
them this is what their hate of hates has come to—fallen
back on your own head like a boomerang, as
all such murderous passions must do. [Otto confronts the Minister defiantly, as if about to say, "Take me. Kill me. Why don't you? I shan't care," then checks himself, and drops his head.] Mad and miserable creature, go!
No punishment the law could inflict
would be equal to the hell you have created for
yourself. Go—go!
[Otto goes staggering out at back—driven out by Sir Robert. Margaret is seen to be recovering consciousness.
Margaret.
[Faintly.] Otto! Otto!
Sir Robert.
[Returning to sofa.] Otto has gone. I have let
him go.
Margaret.
[Opening her eyes, trying to raise herself.] You are
very good.
