Moss-Rose.
[Going with the Governess.] Even my godfather, my pet Froggy, bites his tongue off sooner than finish the mysterious word beginning with s-p! [She goes with the Governess. Those who remain look at one another meaningly.]
The King.
I wonder if we hadn’t better have told the child all along!
The Frog.
That was my advice, as you know!
The Queen.
Perhaps it would have been wiser, but how can one inform a beloved child of a threatened danger?
The Chancellor.