Struebel.
Just try to teach me something I don't know about these titled women!
Besides, my dear young lady, where is your home--in one of the large
cities, or----?
The Princess.
Oh, no. In quite a small town--really more like the country.
Struebel.
Then, I'm going to show you something that you probably never saw
before in all your life.
The Princess.
Oh do! What is it?
Struebel.
A princess! H'm--not a make-believe, but a real, true-blue princess!
The Princess.
Oh, really?
Struebel.
Yes. Our Princess of the Springs.
The Princess.
And who may that be?
Struebel.
Why, Princess Marie Louise.
The Princess.
Of Geldern?
Struebel.
Of course.
The Princess.
Do you know her?
Struebel.
Why, certainly.
The Princess.
Really? I thought that she lived in great retirement.
Struebel.
Well, that doesn't do her any good. Not a bit of it. And because you
are such a jolly, good fellow, I'm going to tell you my secret. I'm in
love with this princess!
The Princess.
Oh!
Struebel.
You can't imagine what a comfort it is. The fact is, every young poet
has got to have a princess to love.
The Princess.
Are _you_ a poet?
Struebel.
Can't you tell that by looking at me?
The Princess.