Meliflor: It is the Queen! She laughed.
Huz: Could she have guessed...?
Moomoomon: I trust not.
Meliflor: She—she—cannot have been thinking of us.
Moomoomon: She—she—seldom laughs.
Huz: What can it be?
Moomoomon: Perhaps it was nothing and yet ...
Meliflor: Yet it makes me uneasy.
Moomoomon: It is not that I fear, but, when a queen laughs—it makes a feeling in the palace—as though all were not well.
Huz: It makes one have forebodings. One cannot help it.