The Lady.
Well, what do you know about my letters?
Daisy.
Here they are. (_Takes a small package of letters from her dress and
hands it to_ The Lady.) I intended to give them to you _secretly_ when
you left.
The Lady.
(_Snatches the letters from her hand and looks at them._) How do you
happen to have these letters?
Daisy (_wonderingly_).
Why, how should I happen to have them? He gave them to me.
The Lady.
To you? Who are you? Why to you?
Daisy.
Because he knew that I would do exactly what he told me to do.
The Lady (_to_ v. Wolters).
Can you understand this?
v. Wolters (_gently_).
What did he tell you to do, Daisy?
Daisy.
He said to me, "These letters belong to the lady who used to come to
see me sometimes. No one is to know about her--not even Herr von
Wolters.--When I am dead, the lady will----
v. Wolters.
Did he say that?
Daisy.
Yes. "When I am dead, the lady will probably come here again. If she
does, give her these letters. If she doesn't, then burn them with the
others."
v. Wolters.
What others?
Daisy.
Those over there in the stove.
The Lady (_examining the letters_).
Look at this! Unsealed! Unwrapped!
Daisy (_smiling_).
He knew that I wouldn't read them.
The Lady.