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v. Wolters (_rea.s.suringly_).
Probably just a wreath.
The Lady.
And if it's not--a----?
v. Wolters.
Why, Daisy is outside. But to make sure-- (_Listens at the door, then opens it cautiously._) Daisy! (The Lady _drops her veil_. Daisy _appears at the threshold._)
Daisy.
What is it, Herr von Wolters?
v. Wolters.
Who rang?
Daisy.
It was a wreath.
v. Wolters (_to_ The Lady).
Just as I supposed.
The Lady (_to_ Daisy).
Come here, dear. (Daisy _comes forward._) You used to open the door for me, didn't you?
Daisy.
Yes.
The Lady.
But you don't know who I am?
Daisy.
No.
The Lady.
You'll not try to find out?
Daisy.
Oh, no.
The Lady.
Was he fond of you?
Daisy.
Oh, yes.
The Lady.
And have you been crying since he died?
Daisy.
No.
The Lady.
You're a pretty little girl.
Daisy (_going_).
Has my lady any more questions?
The Lady.
(_Taking out a gold purse, to_ v. Wolters.) Do you think one might give her anything? (v. Wolters _shakes his head._) Thank you, dear. We shall see each other again. (_As_ Daisy _lingers._) What is it?
Daisy.
Very well--since I shall see my lady again. (_Goes out._)
The Lady.
It did seem though, as if she were waiting for something.
v. Wolters.
If you will pardon me for the suggestion, it was surely not--not for money.
The Lady.
By the way, this incident reminds me of something I was just about to-- Herr von Wolters, are you my friend?
v. Wolters.
If you consider me worthy of that distinction, Countess.
