Dominica—You, of all people! Are you here for a holiday?
Hyacinth—Only for a few days. But perhaps I am interrupting your
Dominica—Not at all. Well, here I am, and you know why I am here.
Hyacinth—And I am delighted. [Takes her hand; kisses it.]
Dominica—We were just talking of how my poor son had been tossed about by the exigencies of politics before he arrived at last in the calm, happy harbor of your dear family. Olga Constantinovna
Hyacinth—Of the blue eyes. A magnificent girl.
Dominica—Do you know her?
Hyacinth—I danced with her mother in Munich.
Dominica—Odd to hear you say that.
Hyacinth—Oh, in those days
Dominica—She really was a beautiful girl. But politics, you know. And when King Edward left Marienbad that ended all hope of an alliance with England. Whereupon the English princess began studying the Bulgarian language. With an eye to the Bulgarian crown prince.
Hyacinth—What did Albert do?
Dominica—We sent him on a trip into Africa to heal his broken heart.
