among all these millions, each individual is a world in himself, a world which may not be destroyed.
Beatrice—[Uneasily.] But, Professor, who is trying to destroy any worlds?
Agi—Women, for example, do it with a smile. [To Alexandra.] Your highness, why do you look at me so fixedly?
Alexandra—I like what you are saying.
Agi—[To Beatrice.] And your highness looks at me so uneasily. Perhaps you don't like what I'm saying.
Beatrice—[Coldly.] That is not the tone in which you are accustomed to speak to me, Professor.
Agi—[Bitterly.] I am in very good humor to-night.
Beatrice—Better than we care for, Professor.
Alexandra—[Soothingly.] Mother, we are at a ball and are drinking champagne. . . . [Raises her glass.]
Beatrice—I am astonished, Professor.
Symphorosa—[In alarm, suddenly.] Albert, I commend the salmon to you. It is the pride of our chef.
Albert—I say, he does put it well. That's why Xara is so interested. What's that about the salmon? [To Symphorosa.] Did you say something about the salmon?
Symphorosa—It's the pride of our chef.
