WITCH. Just here. It will begin whenever I give the word——
OLD LADY. It's too bad I haven't got on my low-necked dress.
WITCH. You can borrow one from me—and a pair of dancing shoes with red heels.
OLD LADY. Perhaps I might also have a pair of gloves and a fan?
WITCH. Everything! And, in particular, any number of young cavaliers who will proclaim you the queen of the ball.
OLD LADY. Now you are joking.
WITCH. No, I am not joking. And I know that they have the good taste at these balls to choose the right one for queen—and in speaking of the right one, I have in mind the most worthy——
OLD LADY. The most beautiful, you mean?
WITCH. No, I don't—I mean the worthiest. If you wish, I'll start the ball at once.
OLD LADY. I have no objection.