QUEEN. Now, Brown, I must get to work again. I have writing to do. See that I'm not disturbed.
J.B. Then when were you wanting to see your visitor, Ma'am? There's his chair waiting.
QUEEN. Ah, yes, to be sure. But I didn't want to worry him too soon. What is the time?
J.B. Nearly twelve, Ma'am.
QUEEN. Oh! then I think I may. Will you go and tell him: the Queen's compliments, and she would like to see him, now?
J.B. I will go and tell him, Ma'am.
QUEEN. And then I shan't want you any more—till this afternoon.
J.B. Then I'll just go across and take lunch at home, Ma'am.
QUEEN. Yes, do! That will be nice for you. And Brown, mind you have that leg seen to!
(Mr. John Brown has started to go, when his step is arrested.)