Baron
Certainly, certainly.
[Enter crowd of musicians. The conductor, an old Italian, lifts his glass solemnly and without looking at the Baron.]
The Conductor
Consuelo! They call you Countess here, but for me you were and are Consuelo.
Consuelo
Certainly!
The Conductor
Consuelo! My violins and bassoons, my trumpets and drums, all are drinking your health. Be happy, dear child, as you were happy here. And we shall conserve for ever in our hearts the fair memory of our light-winged fairy, who guided our bows so long. I have finished! Give my love to our beautiful Italy, Consuelo.
[Applause, compliments. The musicians one after another clink glasses and go out into the corridor. Consuelo is almost crying.]