The Marquis in Pale Blue.
Have pity on us, friend, and give us proofs!
The Marquis in Pink.
Well, his Majesty (all bow) is, alas, well on in years! (All assent sorrowfully.) Whom else does she love? There must at any rate be some one!
The Marquis in Pale Blue.
For God's sake, be prudent and speak softly!
The Marquis in Pink.
What is he doing there?
The Second Marquis.
He is eating.