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Count: Why should I mind? But who is it?
Prince: My son, dear Appad.
Count: (Astonished to the utmost) Your son?
Prince: Yes, my son. I wanted before I leave Vienna-
Count: Your son? You have a son.
Prince: Yes.
Count: Of all things...... You have a young gentleman
who is your son? Or rather a son who is a young gen-
tleman? How old is he?
Prince: Seventeen.
Count: Seventeen.
But, Egon.
And now you tell it,
Egon..... tell me, seventeen years. But then - your
wife still was living.
Prince: Yes, My wife was still living. sometimes
you are drawn into queer affairs, dear Arpad.
Count: Good Lord, yes, that’s true enough.
Prince: And then one day you have a son of seventeen
and go traveling with him.
Count: Oh, you go with him.
Prince: I do.
Count: Well, I can’t tell you....... A son of seventeen
(Sudaenly shakes his hand and embraces him) And if you'll
excuse the question...... The mother of your son....
Since you've already started talking about it.
She died a few weeks
Prince: The mother dies long ago.
after the birth. Quite a young girl.
Count: From the people?
Prince: Yes, of course, But a faireing girl she was.
Well, another time I’ll tell you more. As well as I
It was like a dream- and if
can remember myself....
the boy wasn't here-
A nice fellow, never to have spoken about it
Count:
Now you tell me, just before the boy’s going
before¬
to call
Prince: I didn't know how you'd take it.
Count: Nonsense. Taxe it. Did you believe? I know
a little about psychology too. And you call yourself
my friend?