THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET
act ii
Emilia
[In a cold fury]
I beg your pardon!
Prus
But, dear lady
Emilia
How do you dare? How dare you talk that way?
Prus
What’s the matter? How can a woman of that sort, who lived a hundred years ago, concern you?
Emilia
That’s so—She doesn’t. [She sits down] She was a courtesan, then?
Prus
I read her letters. She was a remarkable type of woman.
Emilia
Oh, you shouldn’t have read them.
Prus
There are certain allusions to extraordinary intimacies—I am not a lad, but I must confess—that her experiences in certain things
Emilia
Give me those letters.
Prus
Perhaps you are interested—in those intimate relations.
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