Europa. And I'm an actress: an actress, do you see? And furthermore, and most, there's not a crowd Of actresses in London, or in the world. Blyth. A many actresses have tried it on. Europa. And all have failed, and all were bound to fail; But every one prepared Europa's path. Blyth. Sir Tristram's reputation's not that kind. He's most respectable in every way: The clergy patronize him. Europa. I know all that.-- Well, kiss me, Blyth; my cheek. You're handsomer Than Tristram. What! Are _you_ respectable? Blyth. No; but the money. I stick to that, you know. Europa. Oha! Ohe! Why, there's another lot; [Gives him money and kisses him.] And this for being so smart a simpleton. You're mine, remember; body and soul, you're mine. Blyth. I'm yours. Europa. Now hurry, Blyth, or you'll be missed. [Blyth goes out.] And I'll be mistress here, or know who is. Blyth, Blyth! Come back! [Re-enter Blyth.] Blyth. For God's sake, not so loud! Europa. Some day, I'll shout.--What do they think of me? You heard them pass remarks. Blyth. I heard them say Europa's just the best thing in the show. Europa. That's what I like to hear! Dear Blyth! Be off! [Blyth goes out.] The best thing in the show--Europa just, Who caught and held Sir Tristram's eyes to-day Until he fathomed hers. I think we said, If looks can speak, "I'm ready when you like." A footstep and a skirt. Sir Tristram's wife? [Closes the door, leaving it ajar. Turns out the light in the Business-room.] [Enter Lady Sumner. Opening the portmanteau she searches her husband's pockets.] Lady S. Is this the place? No; better in the house; Best in his bed; the moment he comes home! Oh, beautifully done to drink it there And then! And with my dying breath to curse My husband for a coward that killed my soul, And feared himself to die. I'm not afraid. After I'm dead I'll come to life again, And tell him what he asked; and when I'm dead Indeed, my wraith will haunt him, whispering still The thing he asked: who had my earliest kiss Of love; who woke my heart and strung my soul To ecstasy _he_ withered with his lust. I'll hiss it nightly in his waking ear; Torture him too with dreams. Not every night; But now and then to wear him out with doubt: I'll madden him and kill him patiently. [She finds the letter as well as the vial.] What faded letter's this? [Reads] "Do you know "that Warwick Groom and Martha Sackville were "lovers? She visited him every night in his dressing- "room at the Parthenon when he played Romeo; and "the reason why he insisted on beginning the fourth "act with the fifth scene of the third act was the reason "you guess at once: it gave them time. But that "was not the only place in the play where they "performed their private intermede. How this was "managed? Ask old Odham, Groom's dresser."