The Marquises (muttering in horror).
Is he laughing? Is he laughing? (Silence.)
The Marshal (rising).
Madam, forgive me! In the fight a sudden fainting fit overcame me.
The Marquis in Pale Blue.
(Pointing at The Painter's sword lying on the floor.) And what is this blood? (Movement by The Painter.)
The Marshal.
Until the return to my senses relieved me (with emphasis) of this trouble and another trouble.
The Queen.
(Quickly collecting herself. Sharply.) My congratulations, sir! And my sympathy as well! What has happened to you gives me unspeakable distress. The court atmosphere is indeed rather close, and seems insupportable to great conquerors; which often betrays itself in wrong fancies and swoons. Therefore I am obliged to exercise my power as Queen, and protect your good health against danger. Jean, announce me to his Majesty! (Exit Jean on the left. The Queen, punishing The Painter with a glance of unspeakable scorn, follows slowly. The two Maids of Honour go after her.)