Beatrice—Did you beckon me to come out?
Symphorosa—Yes.
Beatrice—What do you want? Why do you act so mysteriously?
Symphorosa—I didn't want to whisper to you in there.
Beatrice—Don't be excited! What's the matter? Tell me calmly.
Symphorosa—Beatrice, I think that Alexandra has been sitting in that corner with the professor altogether too long.
Beatrice—For the first time in my life, Symphorosa, I think you are right.
Symphorosa—It seems to me she is going just a bit further than is strictly necessary.
Beatrice—Apparently I have made a mistake in the size of the dose. But don't worry, my dear.
Symphorosa—She should be told that she has done enough for the present. Let her keep away from the professor a while.
Beatrice—Very well, Symphorosa, go and tell her to keep away from the professor. Only how will you tell her?
Symphorosa—I'll signal to her. Like this. [She indicates how.]
Beatrice—That's right, my dear. [Embraces her affectionately.] You are a darling!
