we have come to. Here we are. [Reproachfully.] How do you like it?
Alexandra—Come here.
Hyacinth—[Goes to her.] Well?
Alexandra—Sit down here. [He does so.]
Hyacinth—Well?
Alexandra—Now ask me again how I like it.
Hyacinth—How do you like it?
Alexandra—[On his shoulder, low.] Hyacinth . . . I like it very much.
Hyacinth—[Astonished.] Upon my soul! The thing is worse than I thought. [Moves nearer to her.]
Alexandra—[Still on his shoulder.] Hyacinth . . . dear Hyacinth . . . I . . . I. . . .
Hyacinth—Well, my child? What is it? Out with it!
Alexandra—Hyacinth . . . that glass of wine . . . it was the first I ever drank in my life, too.
Hyacinth—For a first drink it was a hearty one.
Alexandra—[With a glance at Agi.] For his sake, Hyacinth. So that they wouldn't laugh at him.
Hyacinth—Fancy that! You amaze me. And how did it taste?
Alexandra—[Delighted.] Made me . . . fuddled . . . and warm. . . . I wish I could die like
