That's right. Get out your robes and crown!

Don't go so fast!

THE DUKE.

What's at the gate?

f.a.n.n.y.

A cab.

THE DUKE.

A cab?

f.a.n.n.y.

With spanking horses; have no fear.

THE DUKE.

Where does it take me?

f.a.n.n.y.

To the rendezvous.

THE DUKE.

Where's that?

f.a.n.n.y.

Out of your way, but so the Countess Would have it:--Wagram.

THE DUKE.

What a Bonaparte!

f.a.n.n.y.

Well? Are you pleased?

THE DUKE.

Dear little Tanagra, I'll recompense your zeal--

f.a.n.n.y.

Ungrateful monster!

THE DUKE.

And Prokesch?

f.a.n.n.y.

He'll be waiting for you there.

THE DUKE.

The only man whose eye we had to fear-- Prince Metternich--has left. All will go well.

FLAMBEAU.

Metternich gone! You never said a word!

THE DUKE.

Well--

FLAMBEAU.

And you let me catch my death, beneath This beastly urn--!

f.a.n.n.y.

Masks coming!

MASKS.

Sandor! Zichy!

It's Thalberg!--Never!--Thalberg is a Turk!

It's Cocica!--Not he!--He's fled!--Oh! catch him!

FLAMBEAU.

Gone?

THE DUKE AND f.a.n.n.y.

Gone.

FLAMBEAU.

[_Emerging, dressed as in the previous act._]

Then--