THE MAN. That's better! But you ought to be more careful. You might
wake somebody up.
THE GIRL. Who are you?
THE MAN. That's just what I was about to ask you--tell me, are you a
Princess, or a maidservant?
THE GIRL. A Princess?--did you really think I might be a Princess?
THE MAN. Well, there are pretty Princesses. But I had rather you were a
maidservant.
THE GIRL. Would you? Well, so I am!
THE MAN. Thank you, my dear. And what would you like me to be?
THE MAID. I'm afraid you're somebody not quite proper!
THE MAN. Right, my dear. You are a person of marvellous discernment. I
am, in fact--
THE MAID. The king of the Gypsies!
THE GYPSY. How did you know?
THE GIRL. I guessed it!
THE GYPSY. H'm. You knew, I suppose, that our band has just encamped
outside the city?
THE MAID. Yes.
THE GYPSY. And you have heard of the exploits of the Gypsy king. You
know that there is no wall high enough to keep him out, no force of
soldiers strong enough--
THE MAID. I know it by your eyes. They have the gypsy look in them.
THE GYPSY. Where have you ever seen gypsies before?
THE MAID. Never mind. But tell me--the wall around the palace is
seventeen feet high--
THE GYPSY. True enough!