v. Wolters.
I must say no more.
The Lady.
Well, I'll shut my eyes. I'll only look for my own handwriting.
v. Wolters.
The will is to be opened in a few days, Countess. He has doubtless inserted a clause authorising me as executor to return certain papers to their owners--or destroy them.
The Lady.
Ah, I see you're a Puritan, after all.--No, no, I'll not trouble your conscience. This loyalty which you bear him to the very grave is so beautiful, so poetical, and I feel so near to you because of it--(Putting her hand over her eyes.) Oh, those curtains in front of the mirrors! They make me feel as if I were dead myself, (v. Wolters is about to tear them down.) No, no--don't. Thanks. Tell me, how long will it be before the will is opened?
v. Wolters.
Unfortunately, the day is not yet appointed.