now, too surely, my dream is explained and accomplished.
Vald. And, methinks, you would have preferred the first interpretation.
Countess. Ah! ungrateful boy! You know too well how I have doated on you.
Vald. I do know too well: it has done me little good, I fear.
Countess. It has done me little good, I'm sure, since this is all the gratitude thou hast. I should never, but for thee, have become the flatterer of those I despise, to amass those odious jewels.
Vald. Ha! the jewels are still here then! I shall have my louis' still. Thank you, dear mother, that you did not part with them, at least. (Kissing her hand hastily, and running to the table.) I'll soon dispose of them all.
Countess. (running after him.) No, no! not so fast, Valdemere: thou wilt not take them all. Haste thee, Jeanetta, and save some of them.
(They all scramble round the table for the jewels, and the scene closes.)
