GEORG—Yes. [_Turns away; wipes the tears from his eyes. ARSEN hides his
face against GEORG’S shoulder._]
AGI—There, now! Can these be—the Indians? The celebrated Indians? [_GEORG
and ARSEN turn and embrace him affectionately._] We must have a happy
leavetaking. Not like this. Why, you ought to be delighted. From now
on—no more history lessons. Now comes history itself. [_He bows, and
exits at back with the boys. There is a pause._]
ALBERT—Don’t be angry, Xara. I owed him that.
ALEXANDRA—Him?
ALBERT—In consolation for that kiss you gave him yesterday. [_ALEXANDRA
looks suspiciously at HYACINTH._]
HYACINTH—Yes ... yes. It is true.
ALEXANDRA—Well, then ... I was not to blame?
HYACINTH—No, my child.
ALEXANDRA—And I didn’t make an irreparable blunder?
HYACINTH—That is almost impossible for one in your social position.
ALEXANDRA—[_Mournfully._] And I wasn’t a heroine?
HYACINTH—No, my child.
ALEXANDRA—What was I then?