v. Wolters.
Countess! My dear, dear Countess!
The Lady (softly).
But you're not to----
v. Wolters.
Forgive me. Your kindness to me makes me feel so--confused--I----
The Lady.
Why should it? I feel certain that if he could see us at this moment, he himself would join our hands together.
v. Wolters.
Countess, if you ever need a man who would let himself be torn to pieces for you----