then come down to center, where they stand embarrassed. Albert goes down left.]
Georg—Professor[He is too touched to speak; gives Agi the flowers. So does Arsen.]
Agi—For me? [Takes them.]
Georg—Yes. [Turns away; wipes the tears from his eyes. Arsen hides his face against Georg's shoulder.]
Agi—There, now! Can these be—the Indians? The celebrated Indians? [Georg and Arsen turn and embrace him affectionately.] We must have a happy leavetaking. Not like this. Why, you ought to be delighted. From now on—no more history lessons. Now comes history itself. [He bows, and exits at back with the boys. There is a pause.]
Albert—Don't be angry, Xara. I owed him that.
Alexandra—Him?
Albert—In consolation for that kiss you gave him yesterday. [Alexandra looks suspiciously at Hyacinth.]
Hyacinth—Yes . . . yes. It is true.
Alexandra—Well, then . . . I was not to blame?
Hyacinth—No, my child.
Alexandra—And I didn't make an irreparable blunder?
Hyacinth—That is almost impossible for one in your social position.
