any longer, father, I couldn't. . . . God is my witness, I tried. But I am only human, father, and . . . in love . . . I hardly knew what I was saying. . . .
Hyacinth—Tell me, my son, are you angry with me, too?
Agi—How could I be, father?
Hyacinth—Then don't shout like that. I can hear you. And I understand you too, my son.
Agi—[Grandiosely; excitedly.] I am done for, but I shan't sell my life cheaply. Not even to this beautiful daughter of a king. Yesterday—no, this very afternoon, I would have given it for her handkerchief. But now that blood has been let, I hold it dearly.
Hyacinth—What you have done
Agi—I am ready to face the consequences.
Hyacinth—I knew you would be, my son.
Agi—[Very grandiosely.] I am ready to answer for it: to anybody—to the family, to the prince, or to his adjutant with swords or any weapons they choose. But what I did I had to do. And there is more I have to do.
Hyacinth—More?
Agi—Yes, more.
Hyacinth—And this is our serious young scientist! [To Alexandra.] Well, my girl, see what
