He
Do you want it? I will take you away from here.
Consuelo
Where to? [Laughs.] Ah, my dear little silly boy, where could you take me to. All right, be quiet. How pale you are! You too, love me? Don't He, please don't! Why do they all love me?
He
You are so beautiful!
Consuelo
No, no. It's not true. They must not love me. I was still a little cheerful, but when they began to speak ... so nicely ... and about Italy ... and to bid farewell, as if I were dying, I thought I should begin to cry. Don't talk, don't talk, but drink to ... my happiness. [With a sad smile] To my happiness, He. What are you doing?
He
I am throwing away the glass from which you drank with the others. I shall give you another one. Wait a minute. [Goes to pour champagne. Consuelo walks about thoughtfully. Almost all are gone. Only the principal figures are left.]