Yes, he was good enough to take that off my hands.
Do you not lament his loss, Irene?
[Not understanding.] Lament? What loss?
Why, the loss of Herr von Satow, of course.
His name was not Satow.
Was it not?
My second husband is called Satow. He is a Russian—
And where is he?
Far away in the Ural Mountains. Among all his gold-mines.
So he lives there?