ELIS. But why should the innocent suffer for his wrong-doing?
MRS. HEYST. Hush. No more. [She takes paper and reads. Elis walks up and down, worried and nervous.] Ah, what's this? Didn't I say that there was a yellow tulip among the things stolen at the florist's?
ELIS. Yes, I remember.
MRS. HEYST. But here it says that it was an Easter lily.
ELIS [With fear]. An Easter lily? Does it say that?
[They look at each other. A long pause.]
MRS. HEYST [Sinking into a chair]. It's Eleonora. Oh, God keep us!
ELIS. It wasn't the end then.
MRS. HEYST. Prison or the asylum—
ELIS. But it's impossible. She couldn't have done this. Impossible!