Beata.

And Michael?

Richard.

Michael?

Beata.

Suppose he questions you?

Richard.

There can be but one answer, I think.

Beata.

In our cla.s.s there is something we call a "word of honour." If he asks you for _that_--? You don't answer.

Richard (_confused, breathing heavily_).

We haven't reached that point yet, Beata--and if he does--why, we two are chained together by our past, we are answerable to no one but ourselves. That is all there is left to us.

Beata.

Is that your answer? You, who tell me you have wrestled with yourself all night because--Richard, I don't believe you!

Richard.

Believe me or not, but be sure that, whatever happens, no suspicion shall fall on you--on either of us. And now I beg of you--let me see Michael alone.

Beata (_smiling_).

Alone?

Richard.

I----

Beata (_still smiling_).

Hush! Do you hear his latch-key?

Richard.

Beata, I implore you. You are not fit to bear what is coming! If you value your life, go----

Beata.

I value yours, and therefore I shall stay.

_Enter_ Kellinghausen.

Kellinghausen (_very gravely_).

Good-afternoon, Richard. (_Shakes hands with him_.)

Richard.

Good-afternoon, Michael.

Kellinghausen (_to_ Beata).

Has any one been here?

Beata.

Norbert--and Dr. Kahlenberg. No one else.

Kellinghausen.

Kahlenberg? At this hour? Is any one ill?

Beata.

No. He merely came to see me. Shall I give you some tea?

Kellinghausen.

Thanks, no. Richard, you don't want any either? Then, if you'll come into my study----

Richard.

With pleasure.

Beata.

Michael, I don't understand you. You have never shut me out from your counsels. Hitherto, if I have taken part in your discussions, it was because you wished me to; to-day I have a right to be here.

Kellinghausen.

My dear child, don't you always have your way? If Richard doesn't object----

Richard.

Whatever you wish----

Beata.