Clement. How can you ask? The Ladies' Plate! Whom else should I put up? If Horner didn't know I was going to ride him myself, he wouldn't be standing at six to four, you may be sure of that.
Margaret. I believe you. You're so handsome on horseback—simply fit to take one's breath away! I shall never forget how you looked at Munich, the day I got to know you ...
Clement. Don't remind me of it! I had awful luck that day. Windisch would never have won the race if he hadn't got ten lengths start. But this time—ah ...! And the next day we go away.
Margaret. In the evening.
Clement. Yes ... But why?
Margaret. Because in the morning we shall be getting married, I suppose.
Clement. Yes, yes, darling.
Margaret. I'm so happy! (Embraces him.) And where shall we go?
Clement. I thought we'd agreed about that—to my place in the country.
Margaret. Yes, later. But can't we have a little while on the Riviera first?