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.