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THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET

[In a cold fury]

I beg your pardon!

But, dear lady

How do you dare? How dare you talk that way?

What’s the matter? How can a woman of that sort, who lived a hundred years ago, concern you?

That’s so—She doesn’t. [She sits down] She was a courtesan, then?

I read her letters. She was a remarkable type of woman.

Oh, you shouldn’t have read them.

There are certain allusions to extraordinary intimacies—I am not a lad, but I must confess—that her experiences in certain things

Give me those letters.

Perhaps you are interested—in those intimate relations.