Yes. Very nice woman. She's wonderfully like you;
but of course she's better looking.
LADY (mysteriously). Well, do you know that she is a witch?
GIUSEPPE (running down to them in terror, crossing himself). Oh,
no, no, no. It is not safe to jest about such things. I cannot
have it in my house, excellency.
LIEUTENANT. Yes, drop it. You're my prisoner, you know. Of course
I don't believe in any such rubbish; but still it's not a proper
subject for joking.
LADY. But this is very serious. My sister has bewitched the
General. (Giuseppe and the Lieutenant recoil from Napoleon.)
General: open your coat: you will find the despatches in the
breast of it. (She puts her hand quickly on his breast.) Yes:
there they are: I can feel them. Eh? (She looks up into his face
half coaxingly, half mockingly.) Will you allow me, General?
(She takes a button as if to unbutton his coat, and pauses for
permission.)
NAPOLEON (inscrutably). If you dare.
LADY. Thank you. (She opens his coat and takes out the
despatches.) There! (To Giuseppe, showing him the despatches.)
See!
GIUSEPPE (flying to the outer door).
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