Beata.
I'm afraid you are among the unwilling to-night, Leonie.
Leonie.
Oh, I'm not as adaptable as some of your friends.
Brachtmann (aside to the Prince).
Do you hear those amenities?
Prince (to Brachtmann).
The Baroness is dispensing Christian charity sprinkled with arsenic. Let's efface ourselves. (They move quietly into the background.)
Leonie.
(To Kellinghausen, with whom she has been talking.) No, no, my dear Count you mustn't think of it. Norbert will put me in my carriage. And meanwhile, I want to have a little chat with dear Beata. We always have so many things to say to each other.