WILHELMINE.
The Prince? What made you think of the Prince?
SONNSFELD.
You cannot deny that his attentions to you might be called almost—tender—
WILHELMINE.
Almost—
SONNSFELD.
Such eyes! Such burning glances! I am very much mistaken or it was Your Royal brother's intention, in sending this young Prince to you, to send you at the same time the most ardent lover under the sun.
WILHELMINE.
Lovers hold more with the moon.