THE PRINCESS. Really? I thought that she lived in great retirement.
STRÜBEL. Well, that doesn't do her any good. Not a bit of it. And because you are such a jolly good fellow I'm going to tell you my secret. I'm in love with this princess!
THE PRINCESS. Oh!
STRÜBEL. You can't imagine what a comfort it is. The fact is, every young poet has got to have a princess to love.
THE PRINCESS. Are you a poet?
STRÜBEL. Can't you tell that by looking at me?
THE PRINCESS. I never saw a poet before.
STRÜBEL. Never saw a poet—never saw a princess! Why, you're learning a heap of things to-day!
THE PRINCESS. [Assenting.] H'm—and have you written poems to her?
STRÜBEL. Why, that goes without saying! Quantities of 'em!