OLD LADY. Well, I can't say that I find it very hilarious—and the place smells of putty, as if the glazier had just been at work here. What is that strange smell, as of linseed-oil?
PRINCE. [With an expression of horror] What are you saying? Do you mean that charnel-house smell?
OLD LADY. I fear I must have said something impolite—but then, it isn't for the ladies to offer pleasantries—that's what the cavalier should do——
PRINCE. What can I tell you that you don't know before?
OLD LADY. That I don't know before? Let me see—No, then I had better tell you that you are very handsome, my Prince.
PRINCE. Now you exaggerate, my Queen. I am not exactly handsome, but I have always been held what they call "good-looking."
OLD LADY. Just like me—I never was a beauty—that is, I am not, considering my years—Oh, I am so stupid!—What was it I wanted to say?
MASTER OF CEREMONIES. Let the music begin!
The musicians appear to be playing, but not a sound is heard.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES. Well? Are you not going to dance?