SERVANT.
Her courier waits.
PRINCE.
I will send an answer if necessary. Where is she, in town, or at her villa?
SERVANT.
She arrived in town yesterday.
PRINCE.
So much the worse--the better, I mean. There is less reason for the messenger to wait. (Exit Servant.) My dear Countess! (with sarcasm, as he takes up the letter) as good as read (throwing it down again). Well, well, I fancied I loved her--one may fancy anything. It may be that I really did love her. But--I did.
Re-enter Servant.