Queen [smiling broadly]
Charles, Charles, go now, now, while I am smiling at you. It will be nice to remember our saying good-bye and smiling.
[She comes to him, takes his hand, looks up at him, but he will not let his face be natural. She smooths his face, apparently looking for some effect of Nature. Finally his features do relax into a rather sheepish, furtive smile.]
Ah, now, I see you do not want to talk about it any more, and you do want to get right away. There, go.
[She pushes him toward the door, and out through it, and he is heard remonstrating with her down the hallway. In a few seconds she re-enters with his boutonnière in her hand. She looks rather strangely about her, and presses his flower to her mouth.]
Queen
My child, my love, it had to be good-bye this time.
[Far in the distance the air of "Clair de Lune" is being played upon myriad guitars and flutes.]
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