of them went home in a rage and that is how Patricia came to be a Swedish princess, and why there is so much pig iron in Bulgaria to-day.
Hyacinth—I never heard that story before. And so, Dominica, you are taking our little girl away from us.
Dominica—Yes, Karl. Is she still asleep?
Beatrice—No. She went riding early this morning.
Dominica—When can I see her?
Beatrice—[In a panic.] When can you see her?. . . Ah-h-h . . . God! [She is greatly distressed; presses her hand to her forehead.] My head. . . . Oh! [Sways weakly.]
Hyacinth—[Forcibly.] My dear, I beg of you, I sincerely urge you not to be ill; I forbid you to be ill.
Dominica—What's the matter with you, dear?
Beatrice—It started last night . . . at supper . . . a sudden weak spell. . . .
Hyacinth—It was very inconsiderate of you.
Beatrice—But Karl
Dominica—If you really don't feel well
Hyacinth—What if she doesn't feel well? I don't feel so well myself just now. I forbid you to faint. . . . Sit down. [With an expression of dread, Beatrice sits.]
