Alexandra—[At the table.] I always get flushed when I hear music.
Beatrice—If you are tired, we will excuse you. Don't forget you must be up early in the morning.
Agi—I am not tired, your highness. On the contrary I am only beginning to be awake.
Albert—[To Alexandra.] Do you love music?
Beatrice—[Calls to him.] She adores music. She sings, too!
Albert—And you never sang for me!
Symphorosa—[Who is standing with Beatrice and Agi.] Don't hesitate to go, Professor, if you are sleepy.
Agi—Sleepy, your highness? Why, I just woke up . . . not five minutes ago.
Alexandra—[To Albert.] I hesitate to sing for you. You know so much about music.
Albert—I? About music? That's capital! Did you hear that, Wunderlich?
Wunderlich—I heard, your highness.
Beatrice—[To Agi, again obstructing his way.] You are in a bad humor, Professor. Suppose we send your supper up to your room.
Agi—I'll eat my supper here. [Beatrice is startled by his tone.]
Albert—Well, Aunt Beatrice, are you studying astronomy, too? Do you want to starve us to death?
