Eh?

DIETRICHSTEIN.

The English Amba.s.sador.

LORD COWLEY.

Where had you been just now When you came galloping and out of breath?

THE DUKE.

I? To Saint Helena.

LORD COWLEY.

I beg your pardon?

THE DUKE.

A wholesome, leafy nook. So gay!--At evening Delightful. I should like to see you there.

GENTZ.

[_Hastily to the_ AMBa.s.sADOR, _while the_ DUKE _moves away._]

They call the village in the Helenenthal Saint Helena. A fashionable stroll.

LORD COWLEY.

Ah, really? I was almost wondering Whether he meant it as a hit--?

[_He turns away._]

GENTZ.

[_Lifting his hands in amazement at_ LORD COWLEY'S _dulness._]

These English!

VOICES.

We're off!

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

[_To_ MARIA LOUISA.]

Louisa?

MARIA LOUISA.

No, I stay at home.

VOICES.

The carriages.

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

[_To the_ DUKE.]

And you, Franz?

MARIA LOUISA.

He hates nature.

He even gallops through Saint Helena.

THE DUKE.

Yes! I gallop!

[_General leave-taking and gradual departure._

MARIA LOUISA.

_So_ devoid of fancy!

MONTENEGRO.

[_Going._]

I know a place for supper where the cider--

CRIES.

[_Without._]

Good-bye! Good-bye!

GENTZ.

[_On the terrace._]

Don't talk about the hydra!

THERESA.

[_To_ TIBURTIUS.]