Duchess
[Always unquestionably upon the right scent of anything damaging to her vanity.]
An oblong stone?
Dea [pausing]
Yes, your Grace, I am sure it was an oblong stone.
Duchess [her face becoming very malicious]
Well, what did he wish of you?
Dea
He said many things to me. He told me how I appeared to him in all things beautiful, and that he wished to steal me away forever from the troop and for himself because he loved me.
Duchess [starts]