The Princess of Bagdad: A Play In Three Acts

by Alexandre Dumas

I am going away directly.

(The Footman lets Nourvady pass, and goes away.)

Nourvady.

You excuse me, Madam?

Lionnette.

For what?

Nourvady.

For coming here to look for you.

Lionnette.

Wherever I may be, have you not the right to come there; I was waiting for you. I said so, a moment ago, to Mr. Richard, who knows all.