Alex. No, General; you must not ask that; you know how these gipsies hate to be stared at.
Gen. Yes. But, your Highness—
Alex. (haughtily). General, they are my friends, that is enough. And, General, not a word of this little adventure here, you understand. I shall rely on you.
Gen. I shall not forget, Prince. But shall we not see you back to the palace? The State ball is almost over and you are expected.
Alex. I shall be there; but I shall return alone. Remember, not a word about my strolling players.
Gen. Or your pretty gipsy, eh, Prince? your pretty gipsy! I' faith, I should like to see her before I go; she has such fine eyes through her mask. Well, good night, your Highness; good night.
Alex. Good night, General.
(Exit General and the soldiers.)
Vera (throwing off her mask). Saved! and by you!
Alex. (clasping her hand). Brothers, you trust me now?