The--General's? MARIA LOUISA. He'd kept that title. THERESA. Ah, I understand! MARIA LOUISA. I weep. THERESA. That title was his greatest glory. MARIA LOUISA. One cannot know at first all one has lost; And I lost all when General Neipperg died. THERESA. Neipperg? MARIA LOUISA. I came to Baden for distraction. It's nice. So near Vienna.--Ah, my dear, My nerves are troublesome; they say I'm thinner-- And growing very like Madame de Berry. 'Twas Vitrolles said so. Now I do my hair Like her. Why did not Heaven take me too? This villa's small, of course; but 'tisn't bad; Metternich is our guest in passing. [_She points to the door on the left._] There. He leaves to-night. The life at Baden's gay. We have the Sandors and the pianist Thalberg, And Montenegro sings to us in Spanish. Fontana howls an air from _Figaro_. The wife of the Ambassador of England And the Archduchess come; we go for drives-- But nothing soothes my grief!--Ah, could the General--! Of course you're coming to the ball to-night? THERESA. Why-- MARIA LOUISA. At the Meyendorffs'. Strauss will be there. She must be present, mustn't she, Bombelles? THERESA. May I solicit of your Majesty News of the Duke of Reichstadt? MARIA LOUISA. In good health. He coughs a little; but the air of Baden Is good for him. He's quite a man. He's reached The critical hour of entrance in the world! Oh dear! when I consider he's already Lieutenant-Colonel! Think how grieved I am Never to have seen him in his uniform! [_Enter the_ DOCTOR _and his son, bringing a box._ MARIA LOUISA. Ah! These must be for him! THE DOCTOR. Yes; the collections. MARIA LOUISA. Please put them down. BOMBELLES. What are they? THE DOCTOR. Butterflies. THERESA. Butterflies? MARIA LOUISA. Yes; when I was visiting This amiable old man, the local doctor, I saw his boy arranging these collections. I sighed aloud, Alas! would but my son, Whom nothing moves, take interest in these! THE DOCTOR. So then I answered, Well, your Majesty, One never knows. Why not? We can but try; I'll bring my butterflies! THERESA. His butterflies! MARIA LOUISA. Could he but leave his solitary musings To occupy his mind with-- THE DOCTOR. Lepidoptera. MARIA LOUISA. Leave them; come back; he's out at present. [_To_ THERESA.] You Come, I'll present you to Scarampi. She's The Mistress of the Robes. [_She sees_ METTERNICH, _who enters L._] Ah, Metternich! Dear Prince, we leave you the saloon. METTERNICH. Indeed, I had to come here to receive the Envoy-- MARIA LOUISA. I know-- METTERNICH.