Part 6 (1/2)

Yes, it _is_ beautiful. And even when it's nothing but pain and fear and renunciation, even then it's still beautiful, Ellen.

Ellen (_alarmed_).

Mother--what is the matter?

Beata.

Nothing, dear. I'm only a little tired. (_She goes to the door_.)

Conrad _enters_.

Conrad.

Baron Norbert. (_Goes out_.)

Norbert _enters_.

Norbert.

How d'ye do, Aunt Beata? How are you to-day?

Beata (_wearily_).

Very well, thanks.

Ellen (_anxiously_).

No, not very well. (Beata _signs her to be silent_.)

Norbert.

This is Thursday. Ellen and I were to read _I Promessi Sposi_ together; but if I might say a word to you first----

Beata.

Presently, Norbert. Wait for me here.

Ellen.

Don't you want me, mother?

Beata.

No, dear. Stay with Norbert. I shall be back in a moment. (_She goes out_.)

Ellen (_looking after her_).

Oh, Norbert!

Norbert.