THE MAID. The King sleeps soundly, and awakens punctually every morning at six.
THE GYPSY. (with a glance at the sky) It is not quite six. Every morning, you say? And what then?
THE MAID. He goes for a walk at seven, and breakfasts at eight. Every morning.
THE GYPSY. Regularly?
THE MAID. The King is always on time to the moment.
THE GYPSY. Ah, one of those clockwork kings!
THE MAID. You must not make fun of him. He is a good king.
THE GYPSY. I have no doubt of it. And his regularity will be a great comfort to his queen. She will always know that she will get her kiss regularly, punctually, on the stroke of the clock. But—you say the King rises at six, and goes for a walk at seven. What does he do in the meantime?
THE MAID. First he comes here and has his morning drink. Then he is dressed for his walk.
THE GYPSY. And what is your part in these solemn proceedings?