The Joy Of Living (Es Lebe Das Leben) Part 41

I have no objection to Ellen's remaining with you till the spring. Then we can see about sending her to a boarding-school.

Beata.

I consent to that too.

Kellinghausen.

You could hardly expect your refusal to make much difference.

 

Beata (_still smiling_).

Don't be afraid. I understand my position.

Kellinghausen.

And who is to blame for it?

Beata.

My dear Michael, we neither of us care for tragedy. Why not let that be?

Kellinghausen.

You're right.--Where have you put my seat?

Beata.

Here.

Kellinghausen.

Another torture to undergo!

Beata.

Isn't it more than you can bear?

Kellinghausen.

Perhaps--but it can't be helped. I had to have these people--I've got to go through with it.

Beata.

Yes, you've got to go through with it. And so have I. I need them more than you do.

Kellinghausen.

You? Why?

Beata.

You will see later.

Kellinghausen.

You have no right to keep anything from me----

Beata.

Are you keeping nothing from _me_? (_He turns away_.) Michael, here is a letter in which I have written something I can't well say to you.

Will you promise not to open it till luncheon is over?

Kellinghausen.

Yes.

Beata.

You give me your word?

Kellinghausen.

Yes.

Beata (_giving him the letter_).

Here it is.

Kellinghausen.

Thank you. Then--I suppose--we-- (_Goes to the door_.)

Beata.

Michael!

Kellinghausen.

Eh?

Beata.

You know I'm not very strong--oh, don't misunderstand me! I'm not trying to work on your feelings--but you know how much is at stake. If Richard Volkerlingk should die suddenly, and I----

Kellinghausen (_tortured_).

I beg of you, Beata! I----

Beata.