Assure yourself. I had some feeling about it myself a few minutes ago.
[Phedro steps at once to the door where the mountebank is concealed, but the Duchess with a haughty look actually forestalls him, opening the door herself. Gwymplane steps into the room. The Queen pretends to be speechless. The Prince is.]
[stiffly] Your Grace, the Duchess of Beaumont will please explain.
Duchess
Oh, this mountebank was merely seeking the blind girl from his troupe, who had been admitted, or possibly abducted, into the palace.
Queen
Abducted, really? By whom? For whom?
Duchess [with a glance at Charles]
We do not know, but we guess possibly.
[At the word "abducted" Gwymplane steps menacingly up to the Prince. The Queen catches the look of hauteur and hatred that is exchanged between them. She hastily discovers some growing discomfort from which she slides away in her usual fashion by pursuing another channel of thought.]