The Lady.
Oh! I should like to cry out my sorrow to the whole world--say to them
all, "You sordid souls, you couldn't know how much I loved him! What do
I care if you damn me, if you----" (_The bell rings. She starts._)
There's the bell!
v. Wolters (_reassuringly_).
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.