The Lady.
You're a pretty little girl.
v. Daisy (going).
Has my lady any more questions?
The Lady.
(Taking out a gold purse, to v. Wolters.) Do you think one might give her anything? (v. Wolters shakes his head.) Thank you, dear. We shall see each other again. (As Daisy lingers.) What is it?
Daisy.
Very well--since I shall see my lady again. (Goes out.)
The Lady.
It did seem though, as if she were waiting for something.