v. Wolters.
Perhaps he burned everything.
The Lady (springing to her feet).
And perhaps not!--Who knows?--This is the way he played with the honour of the woman who gave him all! This is my thanks! This is the action of a gentleman!
v. Wolters.
No gentleman, Countess, can do more than let himself be shot for a woman.
The Lady.
Who asked him to do it? Was it my fault if jealousy of Renoir drove him mad? And perhaps this is really his revenge! Perhaps we'll live to see even more interesting disclosures!--This is my reward! This-- (Daisy appears at the door in the centre.) What do you want?
Daisy.
I beg your pardon. My lady is looking for--letters?