COUNTESS, DUCHESS, THEKLA
THEKLA (endeavoring to hold back the DUCHESS).
Dear mother, do stay here!
DUCHESS.
No! Here is yet
Some frightful mystery that is hidden from me.
Why does my sister shun me? Don't I see her
Full of suspense and anguish roam about
From room to room? Art thou not full of terror?
And what import these silent nods and gestures
Which stealthwise thou exchangest with her?
THEKLA.
Nothing:
Nothing, dear mother!
DUCHESS (to the COUNTESS).
Sister, I will know.