Alexandra—[Nervously.] And the head of the eagle
Albert—You are very much interested in the stars, aren't you, Alexandra?
Alexandra—I never thought much about them until to-night.
Albert—Thought more about roses—what? But to-night the sky is illuminated—what? A beautiful summer night. [Significantly.] The stars shine like eyes.
Beatrice—If you are interested, we have a very good observatory in the tower.
Albert—Have you? I didn't know.
Alexandra—Oh, only an amateur's observatory.
Albert—Doubtless the brilliant professor fitted it up. The young man of a thousand talents . . . what?
Agi—No, your highness, it was here when I came.
Albert—I wonder you didn't mention it before.
Alexandra—You go to bed so early. And the stars have no regard for etiquette.
Albert—Bravo! That retort was so clever the Professor himself might have thought of it. What?
Alexandra—No, Albert. I thought of it myself.
Albert—[To Hyacinth, who has just entered with Symphorosa.] Did you hear what she said?
Hyacinth—Who?
Albert—Xara. She said the stars have no re-
