MRS. IS. [In great agitation.] Oh, dear me! dear me!
[Exit, left.]
GER. Good-bye!
[Exit, right; ESTELLE recovers herself by an effort; stands by table in thought. Twilight has begun to gather.]
HAGEN. [Enters by veranda.] Ah! Estelle! [Comes toward her.] My beautiful! [Makes to embrace her.] Not yet?
EST. [Faintly.] Prince Hagen, I told you...
HAGEN. I know, I know! But how much longer? I love you! The sight of you is fire in my veins. Have I not been patient? The time is very short... when will you let me...
[Advances.]
EST. [Gasping.] Give me... give me till tomorrow!
HAGEN. [Gripping his hands.] To-morrow! Very well! [Turns to table.] Ah, flowers! Do you like the new poppies?