Countess. It’s a charming phrase—To which the Countess, who is always alone, replies?
Prince. Wait—yes—perhaps—that is to say, no—that will not do.
Countess. Instead of entering the diplomatic service you ought to devote yourself to literature—with your facility.
Prince (rising). It is certain that I am too beastly stupid—dumb as an animal—And then I am thinking of something else—Oh, well, I am going!
Countess. No!
Prince. I assure you that at other times I had a sort of wit—Inquire at the Embassy—they know—But I am altogether changed—Good night, I am going.
Countess. No!
Prince. I am not going?
Countess. No, I tell you!
Prince. So be it. (He sits down again.)