We are the servants of those who pay. But how can we help it, Count?
But is that not sad? Imagine: we are in my castle. I, near the fireplace with my glass of wine, you, at my feet chatting your nonsense, jingling your little bells--diverting me. Sometimes you pinch me too with your jokes: it is allowed by the traditions and necessary for the circulation of the blood. After a while--I am sick of you, I want another one.... Then I give you a kick and.... Ah, HE, how wonderful it would be!
Yes. Certainly! You would be getting gold coins, those wonderfully little yellow things.... Well, when I become rich, I shall take you. That's settled.
And when the count, tired of my chattering, will give me a kick with his Highness's foot, then I shall lie down at the little feet of my queen, and shall....
[_Laughing_]: Wait for another kick? I'm finished. Father, give me your handkerchief, I want to wipe my hands. You have another one in your pocket. Oh, my goodness, I must work some more!
[_Looking at his watch_]: Yes, it is time.... He asked me to come over when you were ready. You must change your dress before I come back. [_Laughing._] _Signori, miei complimenti._
[_He goes out, playing with his cane._ CONSUELO _sits on the corner of the divan, and covers herself with her shawl_.]
Hello, HE! Come and lie down at my feet, and tell me something cheerful.... You know, when you paint the laughter on your face, you are very good looking, but now, too, you are very, very nice. Come on, HE, why don't you lie down?
Consuelo! Are you going to marry the Baron?
[_Indifferently_]: It seems so. The Baron is hanging by a thread! HE, there is one little sandwich left. Eat it.
Thank you, my queen. [_Eats._] And do you remember my prediction?
What prediction? How quickly you swallow! Does it taste good?
Very good. That if you marry the Baron, you....
Oh, that's what you're talking about.... But you were making fun.
Nobody can tell, my Queen. Sometimes one makes fun, and suddenly it turns out to be true; the stars never talk in vain. If sometimes it is difficult for a human being to open his mouth and to say a word, how difficult it must be for a star. Think of it.
[_Laughing_]: I should say. Such a mouth! [_Makes a tiny mouth._]