(Again silence. Finally Lady Sylvia rises with a start.)
LADY SYLVIA
I would I had not come.
FALSTAFF
Nay, this is but a feeble grieving you have awakened. For, madam, you whom I loved once—you are in the right. Our blood runs thinner than of yore; and we may no longer, I think, either rejoice or sorrow very deeply.
LADY SYLVIA
It is true.... I must go ... and indeed I would to God, that I had not come. (Falstaff bows his head and remains silent. Presently she goes on) Yet, there is something here which I must keep no longer; for here are all the letters you ever writ me. (She hands him a little packet. He turns them awkwardly in his hands once or twice; stares at them and then at her.)
FALSTAFF
You have kept them—always?
LADY SYLVIA