Mrs. P. Didn't I tell you he was too fat? My Billy would be up in a minute.
Mrs. D. Bother your Billy—if only someone would come and pick him up.
[Music heard. Enter the King's horses and men.
Mrs. D. Oh, sirs—oh, sirs—do, pray, stop a minute.
[They walk right across the stage before they stop, so their backs are to her—and then turn right round so that they face her.
King's Man. Halt! About turn! Yes, ma'am?
Mrs. D. Oh, sir, you look so beautiful—but I'm sorry to tell you that my son, while waiting to see you, has fallen off the wall—he's down there.
King's Man. Yes, ma'am! I see him. Is that all, ma'am? Good morning. About turn!——
[They turn away again.