The Princess.
As you see, those who are near must hurry away. (_Offering him the rose again._) Well?
Strubel.
(_Is about to take it, but lets his hand fall._) With the far-away princess there--(_pointing down_) it would have been in harmony, but with the-- (_Shakes his head, then softly and with emotion._) No, thanks--I"d rather not. (_He bows and goes out._)
The Princess.
(_Smiling pensively, throws away the artificial flower._) I"m going to ask my fiance to let me send him a rose.
Frau v. Brook.
Your Highness, I am _very_ much--surprised!
The Princess.
Well, I told you that I wasn"t sleepy.
Curtain.