v. Wolters.
I'll open it.
The Lady (laying her hand on his arm).
Thanks, thanks! Ah, you are good----
v. Wolters (taking out the key).
Don't thank me. I feel as if he could hear it in there.
The Lady (shuddering involuntarily).
No--no! (v. Wolters turns the key in the keyhole unavailingly.) Won't it work?--Heavens, why your hand is trembling. Let me have it.
v. Wolters (with a last attempt at resistance).
The keys were entrusted to me, Countess.