She's coming forward! Look how calm she is!

GENTZ.

Knight of Saint Ann--

f.a.n.n.y.

He helps us with his chatter, And doesn't know it.

GENTZ.

Knight o' the Swedish Seraphs, The Danish Elephant, the Golden Fleece--

FLAMBEAU.

If Nepomuk has one or two more t.i.tles--

GENTZ.

Curator of the Fine Arts, Czechish Magnate--

THE DUKE.

She's overdoing it: I move more quickly.

GENTZ.

Bailiff of Malta--

THE DUKE.

Ha! She stops!

GENTZ.

Grand Cross Of Charles the Third, the Falcon, Bear, and Lion-- Phew--!

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

[_To the_ LADY _seated next to_ GENTZ.]

He's fainting! Fan him quickly, someone!

GENTZ.

Fellow of all the Academies on earth--!

ALL.

Hurrah!

FLAMBEAU.

And while they clash their gla.s.ses, Prince, She's starting--she has started--

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

[_To the false_ DUKE.]

Franz! Not going?

THE DUKE.

All's lost!

FLAMBEAU.

d.a.m.nation!

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

[_To the false_ DUKE.]

Wait!

THE DUKE.

The Archd.u.c.h.ess Knew nothing of the plot--

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

You grieved me, Franz; Just now you--

[_She recognises the_ COUNTESS.]

Ah!

THE DUKE.

All's lost.

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

But--

[_Offering her hand to the_ COUNTESS.]

Well, good-night.