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’
The
scene
changes
to
the
Courier
’
s
room
,
and
shows
the
poor
wretch
with
a
photographic
portrait
of
his
wife
in
his
hand
,
crying
.
The
Countess
enters
.
’
She
wisely
begins
by
sympathising
with
her
contemplated
accomplice
.
He
is
duly
grateful
;
he
confides
his
sorrows
to
his
gracious
mistress
.
Now
that
he
believes
himself
to
be
on
his
death
-
bed
,
he
feels
remorse
for
his
neglectful
treatment
of
his
wife
.
He
could
resign
himself
to
die
;
but
despair
overpowers
him
when
he
remembers
that
he
has
saved
no
money
,
and
that
he
will
leave
his
widow
,
without
resources
,
to
the
mercy
of
the
world
.
’
On
this
hint
,
the
Countess
speaks
.
"
Suppose
you
were
asked
to
do
a
perfectly
easy
thing
,
"
she
says
;
"
and
suppose
you
were
rewarded
for
doing
it
by
a
present
of
a
thousand
pounds
,
as
a
legacy
for
your
widow
?
"
’
The
Courier
raises
himself
on
his
pillow
,
and
looks
at
the
Countess
with
an
expression
of
incredulous
surprise
.
She
can
hardly
be
cruel
enough
(
he
thinks
)
to
joke
with
a
man
in
his
miserable
plight
.
Will
she
say
plainly
what
this
perfectly
easy
thing
is
,
the
doing
of
which
will
meet
with
such
a
magnificent
reward
?
’
The
Countess
answers
that
question
by
confiding
her
project
to
the
Courier
,
without
the
slightest
reserve
.
’
Some
minutes
of
silence
follow
when
she
has
done
.
The
Courier
is
not
weak
enough
yet
to
speak
without
stopping
to
think
first
.
Still
keeping
his
eyes
on
the
Countess
,
he
makes
a
quaintly
insolent
remark
on
what
he
has
just
heard
.
"
I
have
not
hitherto
been
a
religious
man
;
but
I
feel
myself
on
the
way
to
it
.
Since
your
ladyship
has
spoken
to
me
,
I
believe
in
the
Devil
.
"
It
is
the
Countess
’
s
interest
to
see
the
humorous
side
of
this
confession
of
faith
.
She
takes
no
offence
.
She
only
says
,
"
I
will
give
you
half
an
hour
by
yourself
,
to
think
over
my
proposal
.
You
are
in
danger
of
death
.
Decide
,
in
your
wife
’
s
interests
,
whether
you
will
die
worth
nothing
,
or
die
worth
a
thousand
pounds
.
"
’
Left
alone
,
the
Courier
seriously
considers
his
position
—
and
decides
.
He
rises
with
difficulty
;
writes
a
few
lines
on
a
leaf
taken
from
his
pocket
-
book
;
and
,
with
slow
and
faltering
steps
,
leaves
the
room
.
’
The
Countess
,
returning
at
the
expiration
of
the
half
-
hour
’
s
interval
,
finds
the
room
empty
.
While
she
is
wondering
,
the
Courier
opens
the
door
.
What
has
he
been
doing
out
of
his
bed
?
He
answers
,
"
I
have
been
protecting
my
own
life
,
my
lady
,
on
the
bare
chance
that
I
may
recover
from
the
bronchitis
for
the
third
time
.
If
you
or
the
Baron
attempts
to
hurry
me
out
of
this
world
,
or
to
deprive
me
of
my
thousand
pounds
reward
,
I
shall
tell
the
doctor
where
he
will
find
a
few
lines
of
writing
,
which
describe
your
ladyship
’
s
plot
.
I
may
not
have
strength
enough
,
in
the
case
supposed
,
to
betray
you
by
making
a
complete
confession
with
my
own
lips
;
but
I
can
employ
my
last
breath
to
speak
the
half
-
dozen
words
which
will
tell
the
doctor
where
he
is
to
look
.
Those
words
,
it
is
needless
to
add
,
will
be
addressed
to
your
Ladyship
,
if
I
find
your
engagements
towards
me
faithfully
kept
.
"
