Princess. That is mere bravado. Are you going in that dress?--to court in that dress? (CLARA is silent.) I say it is mere bravado. Clara. I have no better dress. Princess. What do you mean? Surely the King can--? Are you jesting? Clara (shyly). I do not allow the King to give me anything; not until--. Princess. Doesn't he pay your expenses here, then? (Looks round the room.) Clara. No. Princess. It is the Baroness? Clara. She and I. We are both poor. Princess. Ah, yes--she has lost her post now, hasn't she? Clara. On my account--yes. And you, Princess, who have known her--for she was once your governess--can you really suppose that she would have been faithful to me if she did not trust me and feel that this was right? You treated her so contemptuously when you came in. Princess. I seem to have broken in upon the most incomprehensible romance!--Then you love the King? (CLARA nods her head.) He knows how to love, and make a woman happy! He is a dazzling creature!--We shall see now whether you are to suffer for all the hearts he has broken. You are not the first woman he has loved. Clara. Princess! Princess. Yes, let that sink into your mind! Your happiness is embroidered with tears! Clara. It is cruel of you to reproach me with it. Princess. Forgive me! I really did not mean that.--But there is still time to put on a more suitable dress. If you dare accept no gifts from the King--you might from some one else? A King's bride is a King's bride after all, you know! Clara. He told me I should not need anything more than this. Princess. Not in his eyes, I dare say. But we women know a little better!--If it were only a necklace? Will you accept this one? (Begins to unfasten hers.) Clara. I knew you were kind.--But I daren't. Princess. Why not? Clara. Because--because people would think that--. (Bursts into tears. A pause.) Princess. Listen, my child. The whole thing is sheer lunacy; but--as it cannot be altered--as soon as the court assembles I shall take my place at your side and not leave you till it is all over. Tell the King that! Good-bye! Clara (going towards her). Princess! Princess (kisses her, and whispers). Haven't you allowed him to kiss you, either? Clara (in a whisper). Yes, I have. Princess (kissing her once snore). Love him! (The sound of carriage wheels is heard. The BARONESS comes in.) Baroness. I hear the King's carriage. Princess. I don't wish to meet him. (Stretches out her hand to the BARONESS.) Baroness! (Points to the door through which the BARONESS has come in.) Can I get out that way? Baroness. Yes. (She takes the PRINCESS out. A moment later the MAID ushers in the KING, who is dressed in plain clothes and wearing no decorations.) The King. Clara! Clara. My friend! (They embrace.) The King. What does it mean? Clara. What? The King. The Princess' carriage here? Clara. She told me to greet you. She has just gone, and-- The King. And--?