EDSTASTON. Well, the long and short of it is--don't think me a
coxcomb, Claire: it is too serious to mince matters--I have seen
the Empress; and--

CLAIRE. Well, you wanted to see her.

EDSTASTON. Yes; but the Empress has seen me.

CLAIRE. She has fallen in love with you!

EDSTASTON. How did you know?

CLAIRE. Dearest: as if anyone could help it.

EDSTASTON. Oh, don't make me feel like a fool. But, though it
does sound conceited to say it, I flatter myself I'm better
looking than Patiomkin and the other hogs she is accustomed to.
Anyhow, I daren't risk staying.

CLAIRE. What a nuisance! Mamma will be furious at having to pack,
and at missing the Court ball this evening.

EDSTASTON. I can't help that. We haven't a moment to lose.

CLAIRE. May I tell her she will be knouted if we stay?

EDSTASTON. Do, dearest.

He kisses her and lets her go, expecting her to run into the
house.