school? [The bird calls again, and she answers,] Don't be so impatient! I shall stay with Berthold just as long as I like! He's a much older friend of mine than you are. What did you want, Berthold?
Berthold. Oh, dear Princess . . . [But he cannot go on.]
Snow White. Why are you so pale? Have you hurt yourself? [She tries to take his hand again, but he draws it away.] Oh, you're angry with me? Something I did or said hurt your feelings? I didn't mean to. Please forgive me!
Berthold. Forgive you, Princess! [He kneels before her, and cries out in anguish.] Say you can forgive me!
Snow White. [Wonderingly.] Forgive you? For what? [She tries to raise his bowed head, that she may see his face.] What is it, Berthold?
Berthold. Don't look at me, Princess! Don't look at me! [He folds his arms about her, and hides his face in her dress.]