in the other.)

GIUSEPPE (piteously, as he places the light on the table).
Excellency: what were you looking up at just now--out there? (He
points across his shoulder to the vineyard, but is afraid to look
round.)

NAPOLEON (unfolding the packet). What is that to you?

GIUSEPPE (stammering). Because the witch is gone--vanished; and
no one saw her go out.

LADY (coming behind him from the vineyard). We were watching her
riding up to the moon on your broomstick, Giuseppe. You will
never see her again.

GIUSEPPE. Gesu Maria! (He crosses himself and hurries out.)

NAPOLEON (throwing down the letters in a heap on the table). Now.
(He sits down at the table in the chair which be has just
placed.)

LADY. Yes; but you know you have THE letter in your pocket. (He
smiles; takes a letter from his pocket; and tosses it on the top
of the heap. She holds it up and looks at him, saying) About
Caesar's wife.

NAPOLEON. Caesar's wife is above suspicion. Burn it.

LADY (taking up the snuffers and holding the letter to the