Norbert.
Very well, mother. (Goes out.)
Leonie.
Ah, Prince--good-evening! (He kisses her hand.) How is it we never see you at our missionary meetings? Her Royal Highness wished me to say that she counts on your help. Isn't that flattering? (To the others.) The Prince is one of us, you know. He serves the cause of religion faithfully----
Prince.
And in poverty of spirit. That's my special merit, you know, Baroness.
Brachtmann (aside to the Prince).
You reprobate!
Leonie.
But pray don't let me disturb you, for I must really be off. My carriage is waiting, and my coachman is so cross. We're all the slaves of our carriages. (To Kellinghausen.) It has been so delightful--dear Beata is such a wonderful hostess. Our great stateswoman knows so well how to keep her party in hand. Willingly or unwillingly, she makes them all come into line; don't you, Beata, dear?