Indeed?
The Valet.
(Opening the door on the left, announces.) Her Majesty!
The Painter.
I scent trouble in this, and a voice says to me flee! I have already committed many a folly, but I never loved a queen! Take heed to yourself!
(The Two Maids of Honour have entered during this soliloquy, and have taken their positions to the right and left of the door.)
The Queen.
(Nods cordially to The Painter, and takes her seat on the throne, as before.) My dear Jean, I must dispense with you now. Don't stay too late.
(Exit Jean.)