Not until you promise me you will meet me there.
WILHELMINE.
Oh—if we should be surprised like this! Please get up!
PRINCE.
You will promise? You will meet me?
WILHELMINE.
Where? [He points to the window.] There? But I am not alone even there.
PRINCE.
Those simple people are overjoyed when their Princess consents to linger an hour with them in their poverty. I have much to say to you, Princess, very much. I will tell you of the plans concerning England or Austria of which you are the central figure. And you must tell me again—in the very best style of Versailles, which I know thoroughly—that you hate me—that you detest me—