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.