Alexandra—I had expected to hear about the mysteries and the miracles of the sky, and you spoke only of names and numbers. I never knew the subject was so tedious.
Agi—The stars have their emotional side, too. But I didn't dare to speak of it.
Alexandra—Perhaps . . . that might have been more exciting.
Agi—I could have told you how across those vast distances and beyond the millions of stars one's thoughts go on to God and His eternity . . . to life and death . . . to life—[softly] and love.
Alexandra—[Coldly.] Can your imagination bridge such vast distances as that?
Agi—When I look up to you, your highness,—yes. [There is a pause.]
Alexandra—[More coldly.] And eternity, too?
Agi—When I look down upon myself, your highness. [Another pause.]
Alexandra—And you believe in such miracles?
Agi—If I didn't believe in miracles, your highness, how could I endure my life?
Alexandra—Is it so unendurable?
Agi—It would be, if
Alexandra—If?
Agi—If I hadn't two—an outer and an inner life.
Alexandra—Have you? I never noticed.
