The Lady.
I only meant--at the very last--when he was no longer--conscious.
v. Wolters.
No, Countess. But--pardon me, I don't want to be indelicate--but did he ever call you by some little--little term of endearment--some-- (Stops, embarrassed.)
The Lady.
Why do you ask?
v. Wolters.
At the very end, he kept murmuring something that sounded like "Girlie"--or----
The Lady (indignantly).
My dear Herr von Wolters, our intimacy was of a different sort.