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 * The year 1781.


 * The castle of the Earl of Roveredo-Lanzenfeld in Eastern Bohemia.

Countess Sylvia and Christina. (On the other side passes in huntsman’s garb with pouch, gun and hanger.)

Christine.—Sylvi, look! There he is!

Sylvia (Rises).—Why do you point him out to me?

Christine (Jestingly).—To be sure! I might have realized that you caught sight of him before I did.

Sylvia.—Christine!

Christine.—Again that stubbornness! Haven’t you ever before this sought and followed him with your glance? Doesn’t he occupy your mind more than all the world beside?

Sylvia.—Who can say that?

Christine.—No one. No one has yet raised the veil from your deep secret except—