All right. I forgive you. [Laughs.] And now will you allow me to marry the Baron?
He
[Also laughing]: And nevertheless I will not allow it. But what does a queen care about the permission of her enamoured fool?
Consuelo
Get up. You are forgiven. And do you know why? You think because of your words? You are a cunning beast, He! No, because of the sandwiches. That's why. You were so lovely, you panted so when you brought them. Poor darling He. From to-morrow you may be at my feet again. And as soon as I whistle, "tuwhooo"——
He
I shall instantly lie down at thy feet, Consuelo. It is settled! But all my little bells fell off to-day and——
[Bezano appears, confused.]
Consuelo
Alfred! You came for me?