Margaret.
[Rising, fiercely.] Why shouldn't I? Hasn't he?
What about Otto's sufferings and mine? If I could
make him suffer as he made my father suffer, as he
is making us all suffer, do you think I wouldn't
do it?
Mrs. Schiller.
No, Indeed, you wouldn't.
Margaret.
I would! As God is my witness I would! Oh,
if I could only have the chance! I would sacrifice
my life for it! I hate him! I hate him!
[The door on R. flies open with a bang, and Otto returns, carrying a suit-case, which bears foreign labels, and followed by a young girl, with fair hair.
Otto.
Here she is, auntie. This is Freda.
Mrs. Schiller.
[Shaking hands.] Glad to see you, Freda.
Freda.
Thank you, Mrs. Schiller. Margaret!
Margaret.
Freda! [The girls embrace and kiss.
Mrs. Schiller.
[To Doctor.] Freda is a Swiss friend of Otto's
and Margaret's. She has just arrived from Zurich,
and Otto has brought her up to tea.
