Alexandra—Yes.
Beatrice—[To change the subject.] Is the soup cold enough, Albert? [Music begins.]
Albert—Just right.
Wunderlich—His highness likes his soup at eight degrees Celsius.
Hyacinth—Beautiful speech is not the most important thing. What counts is the fact that he has studied a great deal, and knows a great deal.
Agi—Perhaps the reason I can't speak well is that I have never done anything but study.
Hyacinth—That never hurt you, my boy.
Albert—How many hours a day did you study?
Agi—Usually—ten. . . . And as many every night.
Albert—Ten and ten are twenty. [He rises.]
Beatrice—What are you looking for, my dear?
Albert—The salt.
Wunderlich—Here it is, your highness.
Albert—Thanks. [Resumes his seat; takes the salt.] That left you four hours for sleep.
Agi—Not that many—sometimes.
Albert—That is very bad. I need fifteen hours' sleep myself. [A pause.]
Symphorosa—I need eight. [A pause.]
Hyacinth—I need six. [A pause.]
Symphorosa—[To Wunderlich.] And you? [A long pause.]
