NAPOLEON. Pah! (He flings her hand away with an exclamation of
disgust, and turns his back on her with his hand in his breast
and his brow lowering.)

LIEUTENANT (triumphantly, taking the sabre). No such man: eh,
General? (To the Lady.) I say: where's my horse?

LADY. Safe at Borghetto, waiting for you, Lieutenant.

NAPOLEON (turning on them). Where are the despatches?

LADY. You would never guess. They are in the most unlikely place
in the world. Did you meet my sister here, any of you?

LIEUTENANT. 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