Georg—How long are you going to stay?
Hyacinth—I've scarcely arrived, and here you are asking me when I depart.
Georg—Because we want you to stay a long time.
Hyacinth—It's a long time since I've seen you. [Embraces each in turn.] Let me look at you. Splendid color! [Feels their arms.] And muscle too, eh?
Georg—How long are you going to stay?
Hyacinth—Not long, I'm sorry to say. [Approaches Agi, who bows low.] And this is your tutor, Mr. Agi, of whom I have heard so much. [Shakes hands with him.] Beatrice writes me excellent reports about you. I hear you are not only a good teacher but also an accomplished athlete. You row and fence. . . .
Arsen—And ride.
Hyacinth—That's splendid! And are you very fond of him, boys?
Georg—[Earnestly.] Oh, yes, Uncle Hyacinth.
Hyacinth—Good! And you? Are you satisfied with your pupils?
Agi—Entirely, your royal highness.
Hyacinth—No, professor, not highness. Only an humble servant of Christ.
Agi—I beg your pardon, Father.
Hyacinth—Oh, you mustn't blush about it.
