ALEXANDRA—Curious. I am a bit afraid of you now.
AGI—Why, your highness?
ALEXANDRA—You look so martial in that costume and with that sword in your
hand.
AGI—Your highness has often seen me like this ... in the gymnasium.
ALEXANDRA—That was different. There I had a sword in my hand too. But
here I feel so defenseless.
AGI—Do I look so terrifying?
ALEXANDRA—I shouldn’t say—terrifying.
AGI—What then?
ALEXANDRA—Rather aggressive.
AGI—[_Astonished._] It is curious, your highness ... but I have the
unaccountable feeling that I am wholly on the defensive ... now....
ALEXANDRA—Well, then, you’ll come, won’t you.
AGI—Yes, your highness.
ALEXANDRA—And won’t you regret the green star?
AGI—No, your highness.
ALEXANDRA—At nine, then.
AGI—Thank you ... your highness.
ALEXANDRA—Not at all ... Professor. [_She nods curtly and exits at left
into the garden. AGI’S puzzled, thoughtful glance follows her until she
has vanished. Then he stands a moment, head high, eyes blazing, before_