That's exactly what I mean--because the Unreal must always dwell in the imagination.
So that's it! Just as it is only the _far-away_ princesses who are always near to us.
Permit me to remark, your Highness that it is _high_ time----
As you see, those who are near must hurry away. (_Offering him the rose again._) Well?
(_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._)
(_Smiling pensively, throws away the artificial flower._) I'm going to ask my fiancé to let me send him a rose.
Your Highness, I am _very_ much--surprised!
End of Project Gutenberg's Roses: Four One-Act Plays, by Hermann Sudermann