"Yes, I will remember. But, the young American doctor who struck—and then killed a captain. Where is he?"
"In his own country."
"In America?"
"Even so."
"Shameful! Shameful!"
"Why shameful, Countess?"
"Because I hoped they were together—as they should be. It's too delicious a romance for the lovers to spoil by parting."
"Lovers! She hardly knew him. If a favorite prima donna were to adopt every man who fell in love with her she would have no time for music. Heavens! What a regiment of followers!"
"Nevertheless," said the lady, in a more serious manner, "I blush for the Diva."
"Why blush?"