The King. Last night.—You look very charming, Princess! Such blushing cheeks!—and so early in the morning!
The Princess. I suppose you think it is rouge?—No, Sir, it is nothing but pleasure at meeting you.
The King. Flatterer! And I went pale at the sight of you.
The Princess. Perhaps your conscience—?
The King. I am sorry to say my conscience had nothing to do with it. But this morning I have been meeting so many people that are suffering from indigestion that, when I saw your Highness walking quickly along—
The Princess. Make your mind easy! My reason for my morning walk is to keep my fat down. Later in the day I ride—for the same reason. I live for nothing else now.
The King. It is a sacred vocation!
The Princess. Because it is a royal one?
The King. Do you attribute your sanctity to me? Wicked Princess!
The Princess. Both my sanctity and any good fortune I enjoy. It is nothing but my relationship to your Majesty that induces the tradespeople to give me unlimited credit.