BEATRICE—[_Unhappily._] These past three days have been a great trial
to me, Karl. I am absolutely certain that he is here on account of
Alexandra. And yet he has treated the girl as if she didn’t exist. And
not a word, not a sign from his mother, Dominica. If he had serious
intentions, she’d be here by this time. [_Weeps._]
HYACINTH—Beatrice!
BEATRICE—I am not myself. Think of it, we have only one day more. This
afternoon, the ball to-night, and ... if nothing happens ... then our
chances are gone, perhaps forever.
HYACINTH—And not a sign?
BEATRICE—Not one. I needn’t tell you how I have watched for one.