at all
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you than you probably guess. For example it is not unknown to me
that you have spent these seventeen years in a better way than
weep for a man who at that time was probably not quite worthy of
you. Yes, I even know that after the cisappointment that you ex¬
perienced with me, you insisted on experiencing still others.
Countess: Disappointments? Well, for your comfort, I can
assure you, dear Prince, that there were very pleasant experiences
among them.
Should I dare otherwise to main¬
Prince: That I know too.
tain that I really know the story of your life?
Countess: And do you perhaps imagine that I do not know
yours? World you like me to recount to you the list of your lives?
From the wife of the Belgarian Attache, 1887 to Mlle. Therese
Gredun, if that is really her name—who at least to this spring
reigned in full glory over you? Probably I know even more than you
about them, because I know with whom each one betrayed you.
When one
Prince: I'd rather you didn't tell me about that.
doesn't discover such things himself, there can be no real pleasure
in hearing about them. (Sonnd of a car nunge Upproaching and dopping)
...But there he is. Perhaps you would like to disappear before he
enters the garden. I hold him off that long.
It is my pleasure to stay.
Countess: Don't trouble yourself.
But if you perhaps believe I am the least bit moved....It’s only a
young man come to visit my father. There he is already... The call
I feel absolutely nothing,
of the blood? That must be a fable.
dear Prince.
Philip (entersduickly through the main gate. He is seven-
teen years old,ern alender, handsome, elegant, but not foppish,pleasant-
ly, rather boyishly impudent, still not without shyness) How do
you do? (Bows before the Countess)
Prince: Good morning, Philip. Countess, may I present my son?
This is Countess Mizzi, the daughter of my old friend in whose home
you now are.
Philip (Takes the hand offered by the Countess and kisses it.
as a
Countess: Wen't you sit down?
Philip: thanks, Countess. (All remain standing.)
Prince: Did you come out with the carriage? You might send it
back—I have mine here.
Philip: Worldn’t you rather side back with me, Bad? I find
that Wasner drives much better than your Franz with his old family
nags.
Countess: You ride with Wasner?
Philip: Yes.
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you than you probably guess. For example it is not unknown to me
that you have spent these seventeen years in a better way than
weep for a man who at that time was probably not quite worthy of
you. Yes, I even know that after the cisappointment that you ex¬
perienced with me, you insisted on experiencing still others.
Countess: Disappointments? Well, for your comfort, I can
assure you, dear Prince, that there were very pleasant experiences
among them.
Should I dare otherwise to main¬
Prince: That I know too.
tain that I really know the story of your life?
Countess: And do you perhaps imagine that I do not know
yours? World you like me to recount to you the list of your lives?
From the wife of the Belgarian Attache, 1887 to Mlle. Therese
Gredun, if that is really her name—who at least to this spring
reigned in full glory over you? Probably I know even more than you
about them, because I know with whom each one betrayed you.
When one
Prince: I'd rather you didn't tell me about that.
doesn't discover such things himself, there can be no real pleasure
in hearing about them. (Sonnd of a car nunge Upproaching and dopping)
...But there he is. Perhaps you would like to disappear before he
enters the garden. I hold him off that long.
It is my pleasure to stay.
Countess: Don't trouble yourself.
But if you perhaps believe I am the least bit moved....It’s only a
young man come to visit my father. There he is already... The call
I feel absolutely nothing,
of the blood? That must be a fable.
dear Prince.
Philip (entersduickly through the main gate. He is seven-
teen years old,ern alender, handsome, elegant, but not foppish,pleasant-
ly, rather boyishly impudent, still not without shyness) How do
you do? (Bows before the Countess)
Prince: Good morning, Philip. Countess, may I present my son?
This is Countess Mizzi, the daughter of my old friend in whose home
you now are.
Philip (Takes the hand offered by the Countess and kisses it.
as a
Countess: Wen't you sit down?
Philip: thanks, Countess. (All remain standing.)
Prince: Did you come out with the carriage? You might send it
back—I have mine here.
Philip: Worldn’t you rather side back with me, Bad? I find
that Wasner drives much better than your Franz with his old family
nags.
Countess: You ride with Wasner?
Philip: Yes.