ALEXANDRA—Now, Georg, don’t begin that all over again.
HYACINTH—Why not? Tell me. What was the dispute about?
ARSEN—Mother thinks people should be taught to hate Napoleon.
GEORG—Especially our family.
HYACINTH—And what do you think?
AGI—I presented the story of Napoleon without bias of any sort.
HYACINTH—My dear fellow, then come with me and let me introduce you to
the Historical Congress at London as one of the world’s wonders. There is
no neutral ground where Napoleon is concerned. One either hates him or
loves him.
GEORG—He loves him, but he won’t admit it.
HYACINTH—Why won’t he admit it?
AGI—I have tried to let their highnesses form their own opinions about
him. Nevertheless, I _have_ pointed out to them Napoleon’s initiative,
his courage ... and his luck.
HYACINTH—Quite right. If anyone can profit by studying Napoleon’s career,
the young people of this family can.... My dear fellow, you’re blushing
again.
GEORG—Because a little while ago he said the same thing, almost word for
word.
HYACINTH—Ah, well, that doesn’t prove it. But if we are in error, my
friend, at least there are two of us.
BEATRICE—Time for you to get ready. [_To HYACINTH._] Prince Albert will
be here to visit them shortly.
HYACINTH—Then off with you. See you later, professor. [_AGI bows and
exits with the boys._]
BEATRICE—No matter what you say, I insist that the man was a usurper.
HYACINTH—What man?
ALEXANDRA—Mother never utters his name.