(Children's voices are heard in the court.)
Heinecke. Come here!--Quick!--A Moor!--in a turban!
All. (Except Robert, who remains, troubled, rush to the window) That's not a Moor!
Alma. (Still sobbing) Robert--is that--a Moor?
Robert. (Darkly) No, that's my friend's Indian servant.
Frau Heinecke. Your friend?--is that the count?
Robert. Yes.
(The servant comes in, and they crowd about him.)
Robert. Ragharita, your master is welcome in the house of my father!
(Servant goes out. Great excitement. Frau Heinecke draws out the arm-chairs and polishes the mirror.)