give Alexandra. And I shall never forgive the tutor.
Hyacinth—For what?
Beatrice—For putting me under obligation to him.
Symphorosa—[Indignantly.] Alexandra mayn't flirt with the Crown Prince, but she may flirt with a tutor.
Beatrice—[Dryly.] That is quite different. It's like flirting with your horse.
Symphorosa—Karl, how can you listen to such dreadful proposals and be silent?
Hyacinth—They are not dreadful proposals. They are mere feminine maneuvers which are not as considerable as you suppose. There is something else I am considering.
Beatrice—What?
Hyacinth—The poor tutor.
Beatrice—What has the tutor got to do with it? No one's harming him.
Hyacinth—Tell me, my dear, has Alexandra ever taken particular notice of the tutor before?
Beatrice—How can you ask such a thing?
Hyacinth—That means she hasn't. And what do you suppose will happen, my dear, if she suddenly takes notice of him now
Beatrice—Oh, you needn't be afraid it will inspire the fellow with any false hopes. I'll see to that.
Hyacinth—I'm not so sure. The tutor is young
