COUNTESS (who has been watching them anxiously from the distance and now advances to them).
Terzky! Heaven! What is it? What has happen'd?
WALLENSTEIN (scarcely suppressing his emotions).
Nothing! let us be gone!
TERZKY (following him).
Theresa, it is nothing.
COUNTESS (holding him back).
Nothing? Do I not see that all the life-blood
Has left your cheeks—look you not like a ghost?
That even my brother but affects a calmness?
PAGE (enters).
An Aide-de-camp inquires for the Count Terzky.