THE MAID. Won't you tell me?
THE GYPSY. Women have asked me that many times. But I never tell. But, though I won't tell you how I entered, I don't mind telling you why.
THE MAID. Oh, I know that already!
THE GYPSY. You think, perhaps, that I am a thief as well as a housebreaker—that it is in the hope of royal treasure left unguarded that I have come here. …
THE MAID. You have come here because you took a fancy to see what was on the other side of the wall. Isn't that it?
THE GYPSY. At last I have found some one in this stupid city who understands me. Young woman—
THE MAID. Yes?
THE GYPSY. You do not belong here. There is no one here who does things because they are foolish and interesting. Would you like to come away with me?
THE MAID. Oh, no. You must not think, because I understand you, that I approve of you. You see—
THE GYPSY. You don't approve of me?