Alexandra—I am very glad of it. It is better like this.
Agi—We can't make it better. [There is a brief pause. Hyacinth enters at right. Agi bows.]
Hyacinth—Well, my son, at last you are here. The Princess wants to talk to you. Yes, and the Crown Prince, too.
Agi—The Crown Prince?
Hyacinth—He would like to make amends for . . . that unfortunate misunderstanding of yesterday.
Agi—Forgive me, father . . . but I must ask them to excuse me. I am leaving. My box is already on the wagon.
Hyacinth—And you proposed to leave us without farewells?
Agi—I have just said good-bye to her highness.
Alexandra—Yes, and in a most extraordinary way.
Hyacinth—How?
Alexandra—Coldly. Sullenly. As if I had insulted him.
Hyacinth—Well, isn't that interesting? This is the second time he has divined my thoughts. Yes, you did insult him, my child. Certainly you hurt his vanity . . . perhaps also his self-respect . . . with that kindly little kiss. That is what you mean—isn't it, my son?
