[Grasping the situation.] What’s this? What’s this? A son-in-law who can laugh at my jokes in my own language! If it’s a dream, why, I trust no one will dare to wake me up!
The Queen.
Heaven bless ye, my children! Prince, do tell me what the latest fashions are!
The Cook.
[Waking with a start.] That roast is done to a turn!
The Butler.
[His alarm-clock going off, wakes.] Shut up! I’m not asleep! Your Majesties, dinner is served!
The King.
Come! No formality! Really after such a hearty nap I must stretch my legs a bit! [Giving the Queen his hand he dances round the hall and to the dining-room. Mentor takes the Governess for partner; All choose partners, The Prince and Moss-Rose of course together. In the middle of the dance Moss-Rose stops short.]
Moss-Rose.