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[_The_ PRINCE _comes down a step and claps his hand to his forehead_.]
HOTHAM.
I believe he's writing verses.
[_The_ PRINCE _moves as before, toward the_ PRINCESS' _door, then sees_ HOTHAM.]
PRINCE.
What? Who--who is this I see?
HOTHAM (_surprised_).
Do my eyes deceive me?
PRINCE.
Hotham! Is it possible? You here in Berlin, friend?
HOTHAM.
Why, what is the matter, Prince?
PRINCE.
Think of meeting you--you dear, excellent fellow--and just at the very moment when my despair threatened to overcome me! Is it really true?
Where do you come from? From Paris?
HOTHAM.
I've just come from England, Prince, with the very best greetings from our mutual friends and a special commission to capture you and bring you back to the race-track, to the hunting field, and the boxing ring, which you so enjoyed.
PRINCE.
Alas, Hotham--all those pleasures are over for me!
HOTHAM.
Has your father cut you off from the succession?
PRINCE.
Ah, do not touch that sensitive wound! Fetch me, instead, the Empire of Morocco.
HOTHAM.
You are ill of a fever, Prince, or else you need a friend to aid you with his sane mind.
PRINCE.
Hotham, you are a genius--many an intrigue of your country's foes will be shattered against that brain of yours. But you cannot help me.
HOTHAM.
I wish that I could, Prince. I am so deeply in your debt for a hundred good services rendered me during your sojourn in England. It was your influence that put me in touch with our leading statesmen; you opened the diplomatic career to me. To you I owe all that I am and have--my brain is at your service, let it think for you; my arm is at your service, let it act for you.
PRINCE.
Hotham, I'm in a most peculiar situation--
HOTHAM.
I will devote my very life to your service. What would I be without you?
To you I owe this flattering mission, to you I owe my very presence here.
PRINCE.
Yes--why _are_ you here?
HOTHAM (_looks about_).
It is an affair of the greatest secrecy. But if you desire I shall not hesitate to tell you what it is.
PRINCE. (_absently_).
I am not curious. Will it keep you here long?
HOTHAM.
That depends upon circ.u.mstances--circ.u.mstances of a most delicate nature.
PRINCE.
An affair of honor?
HOTHAM (_low_).
It concerns a possible marriage contract--between Princess Wilhelmine and the Prince of Wales.
PRINCE (_as if beside himself_).
You? You are the amba.s.sador of whom the King spoke to me just now?
HOTHAM.
Has the King been informed already?
PRINCE.
