Helene. [Excitedly] Yes, fight him, kill him!
Prince. I will fight him at sunrise—at once after the meeting, I will drive directly here. If I am unhurt, we will fly—you and I—for Paris to meet your father. If I am wounded, the carriage will come with the horses walking; if I am dead, the horses will be on a run; if I am unharmed, the horses will simply trot and——
Helene. [Who knows that Lassalle will kill the Prince, hysterically] Will trot—good! And now good-by, good-by!
[Kisses him explosively and backs him out of the door.]
[Exit Prince.]
Helene. [In ecstasy] Lassalle will kill him!
Maid. I am afraid he will.
Helene. And this will make us free, free!
Maid. It will exile you.
Helene. And since this home is a prison, exile would be paradise.