LADY-IN-WAITING.
Madam, the Prince of Homburg's at the door.
But I am hardly sure that I saw right.
ELECTRESS. Dear God!
NATALIE. Himself?
ELECTRESS. Is he not prisoner?
LADY-IN-WAITING.
He stands without, in plumed hat and cloak,
And begs in urgent terror to be heard.
ELECTRESS (distressed).
Impulsive boy! To go and break his word!
NATALIE. Who knows what may torment him?
ELECTRESS (after a moment in thought). Let him come!
[She seats herself.]