SCH. Thank you, I dare not, this evening I'm dancing! (The one and only tumbler is handed about. Colline, after voraciously devouring his roll, rises.)
RUD. (to Colline) What? sated?
COL. (with an air of great importance) To business! The king awaits me.
MAR. (eagerly) What plot is brewing?
RUD. What's in the wind?
SCH. (rises and approaches Colline, observing with droll inquisitiveness) What's in the wind?
MAR. What's in the wind?
(COLLINE struts up and down, full of self-importance.)
COL. The king requires my services.
(The others surround COLLINE, bowing low to him.)