riding. Alone. I hear you talked with her last night.
Beatrice—Yes. She came to my bedside at three o'clock. Oh, that I had been spared that interview!
Symphorosa—Was she disrespectful?
Beatrice—No, she was repentant. She told me everything—everything that happened.
Symphorosa—The very last thing too?
Beatrice—If only she hadn't told me that!
Symphorosa—What did you say to her?
Beatrice—Not a word. I wasn't able to. My whole body turned to ice.
Symphorosa—What did she do?
Beatrice—Kissed my hand and went out. I haven't seen her since. [A brief pause.] That man—is he still here?
Symphorosa—He is here—but
Beatrice—[Explosively.] He is here?
Symphorosa—Yes, but
Beatrice—There is no but which can justify his being here still.
Symphorosa—. . . But he is packing his trunk.
Beatrice—[To the Chambermaid who has entered at right.] Well?
Chambermaid—Your highness, a motor is entering the grounds. You can see it from the window. There are two ladies in it.
