Duke [smiling tenderly]. And now, dear Princess, that I know your name, will you not try and guess mine?
Mrs Jennings [aside]. This is positively awful! It's like a fairy tale. He'll eat me if I don't guess right.
Duke. Can't you guess?
Mrs Jennings. Well, I'm not sure!
Duke. It is a name which is not unknown.
Mrs Jennings [pretending to have an idea]. I have it; you are a dethroned king!
Duke [disappointed]. No—you are laughing at me—I am not a king.
Mrs Jennings. Oh, well—you are a Duke, then!
Mrs Jennings [aside]. Lucky shot!