Watzdorf looked at her.
'It might suggest something to the Prince.'
'What?' asked the Countess.
'That he might find other props,' said Watzdorf.
'Whom? You, Frosch and Horch?'
'Countess, you are malicious.'
'With you one might become mad. Where is that letter?'
'I am in despair! It seems that I have lost it.'
'Running after me for the purpose of amusing me,' muttered the Countess, 'to disturb me when I wish to be alone.'
'Alone!' Watzdorf repeated, smiling ironically and looking at the chair with the napkin.