The Lady.
No, no--I'm quite out of my senses, I-- But, as you have the keys, you won't mind doing me this slight favour.
v. Wolters.
What favour, Countess?
The Lady.
Search for the letters with me--now. It seems to me your duty, not only as a friend but as a gentleman.
v. Wolters.
Pardon me, my dear Countess, you were certainly his last--perhaps his only great love. But his life was varied--and if we were to open his desk now--I really don't know what we might find there.
The Lady.
You mean there would be letters from other----?