So am I!
The Queen.
I don't think ill of you! I like you. You don't disturb my repose--yet, dear master, what say you to that?
The Painter.<//p>
I pray, your Majesty, still a little farther to the right.
The Queen (smiling).
And is that all? Does nothing which may occur in this room interest you?
The Painter.
Pardon me, your Majesty, the daylight is scanty, and besides--I am painting.
The Queen.