ALEXANDRA—Is that all you have to say about it?
AGI—Practically.
ALEXANDRA—I don’t understand this mocking tone!
AGI—Not mocking, only incredulous. I am not a boy any more, to believe in
fairy tales.
ALEXANDRA—[_With significance._] ... Boy?
AGI—Yes, your highness, not a boy.
ALEXANDRA—[_Regarding him sternly, reproachfully._] What _is_ this
attitude you have assumed toward me?
AGI—One of utmost deference, your highness.
ALEXANDRA—Why this pretense? Have you forgotten what happened last night?
AGI—I have forgotten, your highness.