AMADEUS
Well, you received a call now and then—or Cecilia did, at least.
MARIE
Oh, I see. You mean—Prince Sigismund. He could hardly be said to call.
AMADEUS (smilingly, with an appearance of unconcern)
Why not?
MARIE
He merely whisked by on his wheel.
AMADEUS (as before)
Oh, he must at least have stopped to lean against a tree for a few moments. He must even have taken time enough—and I am mighty glad he did—to photograph the little house in which you were living. (He takes from the desk a small framed photograph and hands it to Marie, who is seated on the couch)