Come; we will dance. [
Dances around the table
.] Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la. [
Sits down at the right
.] Alexander; my Alexander; dear Alexander! Yes, you are really an angel. Why are you so handsome? You have black eyes and I also have black. Then arched eyebrows just like me. [
Touches her eyebrows
.] A pretty little mustache, which I lack. Which of us is more beautiful, I or you? You are handsomest; no, I am handsomest [
springing up
]. We will see at once.
[Looks at herself in the mirror and then at the photograph. Enter Alexander at the middle door.