you are while I speak to your mother. You needn't envy me the task. Then I shall come back and fetch you. [He exits at left. Alfred exits. There is a pause.]
Alexandra—[After the pause, during which she has repeatedly looked at Agi.] Please . . . I don't even know your first name. What is it?
Agi—Hans.
Alexandra—How old are you?
Agi—Twenty-nine.
Alexandra—Where were you born?
Agi—In Transylvania.
Alexandra—What district?
Agi—[In surprise.] Your highness . . . at last we are left alone . . . and you ask me questions like a census taker.
Alexandra—[Embarrassed; helplessly.] I want to know you. I want to hear all about you as quickly as possible. [Almost in tears.] But I don't know how to go about it.
Agi—Have you thought of to-morrow morning?
Alexandra—I don't want to think about that yet. The few moments we have together now . . . mustn't be spoiled . . . for you or for me
Agi—To-morrow they'll sweep me out like rubbish.
Alexandra—And what if I don't let them, Hans?
Agi—Just the same, I shall go. Just the same.
