Lassalle. I love you.
Helene. You love me—the world seems tame. I am simply yours.
Lassalle. I realize it, and so, like your little prince, I am obedient—an obedient rebel!
Helene. A rebel?
Lassalle. I say it, but very gently. I can win your parents and the prince, quite as well if introduced to them as your husband, as if we faced each other in their presence and pretended—a nice word, that—pretended we had never met. There, I am done. I am now your page—your slave.
Helene. [Disturbed and slightly nettled] Then grant me a small favor.
Lassalle. Even if it be the half of my kingdom.
Helene. Let me see a picture of Madame Hatzfeldt!
Lassalle. Whom?
Helene. Madame Hatzfeldt.