The Lady (_to_ v. Wolters).
Isn't she kind!
Daisy (_always respectfully_).
But I should like to ask you a favour, my lady.
The Lady.
By all means. What could I deny you, my dear?
Daisy.
(_Goes into the room behind and returns with the flowers that_ The Lady
_had brought._) Oh please, please take these roses--away--with you.
The Lady.
What does this mean?
Daisy (_imploringly_).
Oh, please take them!
The Lady.
What right have you to make such a shameless request of me?
Daisy.
I heard--forgive me, I didn't want to--I heard the way you spoke about
him before. And it seems to me that your flowers no longer belong upon
his coffin.
The Lady.
What do you say to that, Herr von Wolters? This person acts as if she
were the mistress of the house!
Daisy (_proudly_).