Alexandra—[Mournfully.] And I wasn't a heroine?
Hyacinth—No, my child.
Alexandra—What was I then?
Hyacinth—Don't ask, my child. [There is a brief pause.]
Albert—[With ceremonious elegance.] Alexandra . . . last night you made handsome amends for a blunder of mine. I ask you now to stay at my side through life. And when I am at fault be always as . . . as . . . courageous as you were then. Will you? [Extends his hand to her.]
Alexandra—[Gives him her hand. There is a brief silence.] Albert . . . it is my duty to be quite candid. If I tell you honestly that at this moment I feel no other sentiment toward you than respect . . . and friendship
Albert—Then I answer you, Xara, that it suffices me now.
Alexandra—[Wistfully but kindly.] We haven't contrived a love match, have we?
Albert—No. No. Decidedly not. [With each "no" he shakes her hand.]
Alexandra—No.
Hyacinth—No.
Albert—May I say what we have contrived instead?
Alexandra—Yes.
