v. Wolters.
If you will pardon me for the suggestion, it was surely not--not for money.
The Lady.
By the way, this incident reminds me of something I was just about to-- Herr von Wolters, are you my friend?
v. Wolters.
If you consider me worthy of that distinction, Countess.
The Lady.
Most assuredly. Well, Herr von Wolters, there is something that troubles me--something that desecrates my grief, if I may use the word. There's the anxiety--the fear that-- Yes, yes--I must tell you all. Herr von Wolters, he has my letters. Do you understand? (He nods.) Didn't he give you something for me--a small, sealed package, perhaps--nothing?
v. Wolters.
You are forgetting, Countess, that I was ignorant of all this until a short time ago.