Otto.

Margaret! Margaret! What have I done? What have I done? [Examining her.] Sister! Sister! No, no, it's not fatal! She has only fainted. Speak to me! One word—only one! Say you forgive me!

Sir Robert.
[Stepping back to R. of couch.] Get up! Get up, I tell you! [Otto rises from his knees.] The police are coming. Your family and friends have already been arrested. But you are a boy, and for your sister's sake I let you go. Go back to your masters. Tell them this is what their hate of hates has come to—fallen back on your own head like a boomerang, as all such murderous passions must do. [Otto confronts the Minister defiantly, as if about to say, "Take me. Kill me. Why don't you? I shan't care," then checks himself, and drops his head.] Mad and miserable creature, go! No punishment the law could inflict would be equal to the hell you have created for yourself. Go—go!

[Otto goes staggering out at back—driven out by Sir Robert. Margaret is seen to be recovering consciousness.

Margaret.
[Faintly.] Otto! Otto!

Sir Robert.
[Returning to sofa.] Otto has gone. I have let him go.

Margaret.
[Opening her eyes, trying to raise herself.] You are very good.