Beatrice.] As if nothing had happened. [As he passes Cæsar.] Why has the music stopped?
Wunderlich—[Answers for Cæsar.] I thought your highness would prefer no music during this unfortunate
Albert—[Leading Beatrice slowly off.] Let the music continue. The more the better! [Cæsar makes a sign to Alfred, who exits.]
Beatrice—Pardonnez moi . . . merci, mon cher. . . . [Albert and Beatrice exit.]
Wunderlich—[As he follows them.] Music. [He looks at Cæsar. There is a brief pause, and the music begins again. Beaming with satisfaction, Wunderlich exits. All except Symphorosa resume their seats.]
Agi—Is your highness ill, too?
Symphorosa—No.
Agi—Well, then
Symphorosa—I don't know what to do.
Agi—Why not follow their highnesses? And let the music continue. The more the better!
Symphorosa—[Crosses to left; looks at Alexandra.] What are you going to do? [Alexandra rises, undecided.]
Hyacinth—Stay here. Your mother forbade you to leave.
Symphorosa—[To Hyacinth.] And you?
Hyacinth—See here, my dear; I love Beatrice
