The Lady.
What right have you to make such a shameless request of me?
Daisy.
I heard--forgive me, I didn't want to--I heard the way you spoke about him before. And it seems to me that your flowers no longer belong upon his coffin.
The Lady.
What do you say to that, Herr von Wolters? This person acts as if she were the mistress of the house!
v. Daisy (proudly).
I am.
The Lady.
(Stares at her through her lorgnette and smiles.) Oh, really!