Gab. Look at him, Count, and then hear me.
Sieg. (first to Gabor, and then looking at Ulric).
I hear thee.
My God! you look——
Ulr.How?
Sieg.As on that dread night,
When we met in the garden.
Ulr. (composing himself).It is nothing.
Gab. Count, you are bound to hear me. I came hither
Not seeking you, but sought. When I knelt down