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 Maid.—You ask me, my lady? (Arises.) I am through and it is fortunate. I hear steps on the walk, energetic steps; it is surely Mr. Vysen.

( knocks).

Mistress.—Come in!

( disappears.)

First Gentleman (Entering with firm, measured step; goes directly to, looking at her with searching glance).—Madame?

Mistress.—Is there something I can do for you, friend?

First Gentleman (Impressively and with an unquiet note in his voice).—You are looking inquiringly? Why? You think—what do you think about? Do you still love me?

Mistress (Perplexed and almost afraid).—Why—to be sure!

First Gentleman (More violently).—I think, that you do not love me!

Mistress.—My friend!

First Gentleman.—I think that you do not love me! I tell you, though, that you are playing a risky game. There is no doubt that you are deceiving me. You imagine I don’t understand why you accept visits from that young fool. You are surely playing traitor to me. You are a wonderful actress, you are playing a play. You are playing a part to secure my heart. But as soon as I have evidence (Violent gesture) I will kill you!

Mistress (More calmly).—For God’s sake! Do not shout so loud, please. Some one will hear. And what is it to anybody, if you do kill me?

First Gentleman.—It is my last word. I am watching you closely. You are not sincere with me. You do not look me straight in the eye. Your words are not sincere. Oh, I notice it even in the smallest details. You talk with me but think about another. I know all.

Mistress. Well, then, what do you want to hear?

First Gentleman.—You remember well what I told you. As soon as I have any evidence, I shall kill you. (Departs with a stately step.)

( watching him as he leaves: shakes her head; then, with an expression of ennui, she drops into an arm chair.)