The Lady.
No, Herr von Wolters. We are here--but why don't you sit down? (_He
does so._) We are here together, you and I, to hold the last rites over
our sainted dead. His friend and his beloved who else has any right to
be here? Herr von Wolters, I have given you my full confidence--I have
made a strange confession to you. You will not betray me?
v. Wolters.
Ah!
The Lady.
And so, in this sacred hour, there must be no concealment between us.
Answer me now. What does the world say?
v. Wolters (_embarrassed_).
The world says so many things, Countess.
The Lady.
Tell me, to what extent has my name been associated with this affair?
v. Wolters.