[Half rising.] Then will you let me sit upon your knee? As I used to in the early days?
No, you mustn't—people can see us from the hotel. [Moves a little.] But you can sit here on the bench—at my side.
No, thank you; in that case I'd rather lie here, where I am. I can hear you quite well here. [Looks inquiringly at him.] Well, what is it you want to say to me?
[Begins slowly.] What do you think was my real reason for agreeing to make this tour?
Well—I remember you declared, among other things, that it was going to do me such a tremendous lot of good. But—but—
But—?
But now I don't believe the least little bit that that was the reason—
Then what is your theory about it now?
I think now that it was on account of that pale lady.
Madame von Satow—!