The Lady.
But you're not--you're not a Puritan, are you?
v. Wolters.
I must let others judge of that, Countess.
The Lady.
Oh! I should like to cry out my sorrow to the whole world--say to them all, "You sordid souls, you couldn't know how much I loved him! What do I care if you damn me, if you----" (The bell rings. She starts.) There's the bell!
v. Wolters (reassuringly).
Probably just a wreath.
The Lady.
And if it's not--a----?