v. Wolters.
Pardon me, Countess, but you yourself asked. (She nods. A short pause.)
The Lady.
Good heavens--these curtains over the mirrors! They make me feel as if I were looking a blind man in the eyes!
v. Wolters.
Would you like to have me remove them?
The Lady.
No, no. Never mind. I want to ask you something, Herr von Wolters. Tell me, what do you think of me?
v. Wolters (confused).
What do you mean, Countess?