I will say good-night, Countess.
Beata.
Good-night, my dear Völkerlingk. (Rapidly, in a low voice, as he bends above her hand.) Does he know?
Richard (in the same tone).
Not yet.
Beata (aloud, with conventional cordiality).
I shall see you to-morrow? (Richard bows, and follows the other men toward the door.)