[_Listening_.]

The Emperor stirred.

METTERNICH.

The Emperor?

FLAMBEAU.

Oh, my stars!

Now you turn whiter than a bugler's horse!

METTERNICH.

It is the Duke of Reichstadt! I'm not scared!

It is the Duke! I'm sure of it!

FLAMBEAU.

The Emperor!

[_The_ DUKE _enters, with the reading lamp in his hand_.]

METTERNICH.

Aha! Tis you! 'Tis you! It is your Highness!

Ah, but how glad I am!

THE DUKE.

[_Puzzled_.]

Why are you glad?

METTERNICH.

The joke was played so well, I really thought Another might come out!

FLAMBEAU.

[_As if waking from a dream._]

Faith, so did I!

THE DUKE.

[_To_ FLAMBEAU.]

What's this?

FLAMBEAU.

My little joke.

METTERNICH.

[_Ringing_.]

Help!

THE DUKE.

Fly!

FLAMBEAU.

The window!

THE DUKE.

The sentinel will shoot you!

FLAMBEAU.

If he can.

THE DUKE.

Your livery!

METTERNICH.

[_Putting his foot on it._]

No!

FLAMBEAU.

Bah!

[_Aside to the_ DUKE, _while_ METTERNICH _rings again_.]

I will seek my cavern.

THE DUKE.

But I--

FLAMBEAU.