Féliat. What?
Madame Guéret. Her dress. [To her husband] What I see most clearly in all this is that she must stay with us.
René comes fussing in.
René. Where's the queen? Where's Madame Nérisse?
Madame Guéret. I've not seen her.
René. But goodness gracious—! [He goes to the door on the left and calls] Madame Nérisse!
Madame Nérisse [from outside] Yes, yes, I'm ready.
Madame Nérisse comes in. She is about forty, flighty, and a little affected.
René. I wanted to warn you that Ulric will be on your right, and if he plays the fool—
Madame Nérisse. Very well. Is it time?