BERTHA. And you dare throw a shadow on a woman's honor!
WILLMER, Honor! H'm! Does it do you any honor to have had me buy part of the household things which you have charged up to your husband?
BERTHA. Leave my house, you scamp!
WILLMER. Your house! Among comrades one is not careful, but among enemies one must count every hair! And you shall be compelled to go over the accounts with me—adventuress—depend on that! [Goes out.]
ABEL. You will suffer for this foolishness! To let a friend leave you as an enemy—that's dangerous.
BERTHA. Oh, let him do what he likes. He dared to kiss me! He dared to remind me that I'm a woman.
ABEL. Do you know, I believe a man will always have that in mind. You have been playing with fire.
BERTHA. Fire! Can one ever find a man and a woman who can live like comrades without danger of fire?
ABEL. No, I don't think so; as long as there are two sexes there is bound to be fire.
BERTHA. Yes, but that must be done away with!