PAULA
Speak up! Is she good-looking?
RUFINIUS
[Reluctantly] In a sense, yes.
PAULA
That means she is very beautiful, doesn't it? Do I know any one she looks like?
RUFINIUS
[With a heavy attempt at courtliness] Your Majesty must consult your mirror.
PAULA
Enough of that blather! Do you think that I don't know I'm—nearly twenty-eight? [With bitterness] If I were still what I used to be, I'd be in that room myself.