The King (calling after her). In spite of everything, my heart goes with you—
The Princess.—to show me the door! I know all about that! (To the COUNTESS.) Come, Countess! (Goes out. FALBE, an old gentleman in civilian dress, has come in from the side to which the KING'S back is turned.)
The King. How the devil did she—?
Falbe (coming up behind him). Your Majesty!
The King (turning quickly). Ah, there you are!
Falbe. Yes, sir—we have been walking about in the park for some time; your Majesty was engaged.
The King. Not engaged—I was only deadening thoughts by gossiping. My anxiety was too much for me. So they have come?—both of them?
Falbe. Both of them.
The King. Can I believe it! (Appears overcome.) But—you must wait a moment! I can't, just at this moment—. I don't know what has come over me!
Falbe. Are you unwell, sir? You look so pale.