ALBERT—[_Quite composed._] You are an impertinent little upstart. [_With
a little shriek of dismay ALEXANDRA throws herself in front of AGI. She
is highly excited._] Don’t answer him, Hans. [_Looks at him._] I forbid
it. [_Raises her voice._] Hans! [_For a moment she hesitates, looks at
ALBERT, then throws herself on AGI, embraces him passionately, kisses him
and rests a moment against his chest. On the thresholds of the four doors
the people stand as follows: At left, SYMPHOROSA; at right, two lackeys
with candles, and LUETZEN; back right, WUNDERLICH alone. At the moment of
the kiss they all withdraw slowly. HYACINTH does not go. He only takes a
few steps backwards. ALEXANDRA releases AGI, stands a moment stiff and
staring, then leans half fainting against the edge of the table._]
ALBERT—[_Lightly, softly, ironically._] Oh! That’s different. Quite
different. In that case ... I beg your pardon, Professor. [_Makes a
military bow to ALEXANDRA and AGI._] Good night. [_He exits at right.
There is a pause. SYMPHOROSA enters at left and leads the half swooning
ALEXANDRA gently, tenderly off back left. When they both have gone,
HYACINTH approaches AGI gravely, almost threateningly, stops in front of
him and kisses him suddenly. Smiling graciously, HYACINTH hurries off at
left. AGI stares after him._]