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METTERNICH.
Delightful?
GENTZ.
Very.
METTERNICH.
He's in the hollow of my hand.
GENTZ.
Entirely.
THE DUKE.
[_Stopping before_ THERESA.]
Why did you weep?
THERESA.
Because, my Lord--
THE DUKE.
Ah, no!
I know. But do not weep.
METTERNICH.
[_Bowing to the_ DUKE.]
I take my leave.
[_He goes out with the_ ATTACHe.]
THE DUKE.
[_To_ MARIA LOUISA _and_ DIETRICHSTEIN, _who are turning over some papers on his table._]
Examining my work?
DIETRICHSTEIN.
It's excellent.
But why on purpose make mistakes in German?
Pure mischief!
MARIA LOUISA.
Oh! and at your age, mischief!
THE DUKE.
How can I help it? I am not an eagle.
DIETRICHSTEIN.
You still make France a noun of feminine gender.
THE DUKE.
I never know what's _der_ or _die_ or _das_.
DIETRICHSTEIN.
In this case neuter is correct.
THE DUKE.
But mean.
I don't much care about a neuter France.
MARIA LOUISA.
[_To_ THALBERG, _who is playing softly on the piano._]
My son detests all music.
THE DUKE.
I detest it.
LORD COWLEY.
[_Coming toward the_ DUKE.]
Highness--
DIETRICHSTEIN.
[_Aside to the_ DUKE.]
A pleasant word.
THE DUKE.
