[Gwymplane wrings his hands in impotent fury.]
Strange those bundles we possess, that are of no value to us whatever, should, nevertheless, when they fall into the river, become precious as gold. [she snaps her fingers] So much for faithfulness! And you answered this gentleman?
Dea [looking around abstracted]
Your Grace, is there anyone else in this room?
Duchess
I don't think so.
[Gwymplane starts imperceptibly. The malicious Duchess, reading his thought, shuts the window and locks it. Gwymplane looks at her in terror.]
And what did you reply to your preposterous lover, little gipsy thief?
Dea
Madame!