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_The_ PRINCESS' _room. Attractive, cozy apartment. An open window to the right. Doors centre, right and left. A cupboard, a table._
SCENE I
PRINCESS WILHELMINE _leans against the window-casing, deep in thought._ SONNSFELD _sits on the left side of the room, knitting a child's stocking._
WILHELMINE (_aside_).
Hour after hour pa.s.ses! What will the Prince think of me? Or can he have learned my fate already?
SONNSFELD.
Did Your Highness speak?
WILHELMINE.
No, I--I merely sighed.
SONNSFELD.
It seemed as if you were talking to yourself. Don't be too melancholy.
You'll soon learn the Bible verses and I'll relieve you of most of the knitting.
WILHELMINE.
You are too good--you are kinder to me than I have deserved of you today. That work is tiring you--give it to me.
SONNSFELD.
No, let me have it. You take the other one that is started. In this way we will gain time to rest later.
WILHELMINE (_listening toward the door_).
And we aren't even allowed a word with each other in freedom.
SONNSFELD (_rises and looks toward the door_).
It is cruel to let soldiers see a Princess humiliated to the extent of knitting stockings.
WILHELMINE.
Why complain? It is--of itself, quite nicely domestic. [_She knits._]
SONNSFELD.
What would the Prince of Baireuth say if he could see you now?
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.
SONNSFELD.
And he shows so great an admiration for you that I am again mistaken if our sentry outside the door there has not already in his pocket a billet-doux addressed to Your Highness--a billet-doux written by the Prince.
WILHELMINE.
Sonnsfeld! What power of combination!
SONNSFELD.
Almost worthy of a Seckendorf, isn't it? I'll question the man, in any case.
WILHELMINE.
Are you crazy?
SONNSFELD (_at the door_).
Hey, there, grenadier!
ECKHOF (_comes in_).
At your service, madam. SONNSFELD. Have you a letter for us?
ECKHOF.
Please Your Honor, yes.
