THE KING. I—shall I tell you?
THE PRINCESS. Yes—tell me!
THE KING. I felt embarrassed that I should have been receiving you in my dressing gown.
THE PRINCESS. (scornfully) Oh!
She walks away.
THE KING. (sadly) I should not have told you about it.
THE PRINCESS. (coming back to him) Yes. It was quite right to tell me. And I can see now why you would feel that way. You wanted to look your best for me, didn't you? I quite understand that. I spent weeks trying on my new gowns, and deciding in which one I would seem most beautiful to you. Only, of course, I forgot at the last moment, and rode off to you in this!
THE KING. I—I can understand how you felt. I am—sorry I disappointed you. Forgive me.
THE PRINCESS. Yes. (After a silence) I suppose we can be happy together—after a fashion.
THE KING. I am sure of it. And now—shall we go down to the throne-room to rehearse the ceremony for tomorrow?