Part 28 (1/2)

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_).

Hus.h.!.+ 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.