Girl
No thank you… I don’t want to marry, no, not for any price… Later on, perhaps.
Count
The eyes … the very same eyes… Bobby would surely call me a fool.—But I must kiss your eyes once more … so … and now God bless you, now I must go.
Girl
Good-by…
Count
(At the door) Tell me … aren’t you a bit surprised?…
Girl
At what?