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There is something in the letterbox, Sir.

[Takes a small bunch of keys from his pocket and hands them to her.] Here.

Letters?

No, sir. Only them Italian newspapers.

Leave them on my desk, will you?

Please, sit down. Bertha will be back in a moment.

I had begun to think you would never come back. It is twelve days since you were here.

I thought of that too. But I have come.

Have you thought over what I told you when you were here last?