Beatrice—No matter what you say, I insist that the man was a usurper.
Hyacinth—What man?
Alexandra—Mother never utters his name.
Hyacinth—Sorry. I had forgotten. [Symphorosa enters from the garden.]
Symphorosa—He is asleep.
Hyacinth—Who?
Beatrice—The prince. [To Symphorosa.] On which side is he lying?
Symphorosa—Wait a moment. [Reflects.] On his right side.
Beatrice—Then he is not lying on his heart.
Symphorosa—No. . . . On his liver.
Beatrice—That's good. Now go back to your post, Symphorosa, keep careful watch and report everything to me.
Symphorosa—Yes, dear. [She exits into the garden.]
Hyacinth—Does my sister Symphorosa keep watch over the Prince's slumbers?
Beatrice—Yes. She is in constant touch with the adjutant who, on his part, peeps through the keyhole.
Hyacinth—And that goes on all day long?
Beatrice—I have to keep informed about everything. He is my guest. That is no light responsibility.
