THE GIRL. A Princess?—did you really think I might be a Princess?
THE MAN. Well, there are pretty Princesses. But I had rather you were a maidservant.
THE GIRL. Would you? Well, so I am!
THE MAN. Thank you, my dear. And what would you like me to be?
THE MAID. I'm afraid you're somebody not quite proper!
THE MAN. Right, my dear. You are a person of marvellous discernment. I am, in fact—
THE MAID. The king of the Gypsies!
THE GYPSY. How did you know?
THE GIRL. I guessed it!
THE GYPSY. H'm. You knew, I suppose, that our band has just encamped outside the city?