Queen
Nevertheless, why does he seek his partner in your Grace's closet?
Prince
Josephine, good God—what are you?
Duchess
What you are or would be, Charles—a star of the nobility, shedding its single glory for the last time.
Queen
Come, come, cease your language. Why was this mountebank in your Grace's closet?
Duchess
He flew to the nearest door in the opposite direction from whence came your Majesty's voice. I suppose he lost his head in his embarrassment. That is a quality of the lower classes.