[Taking her hand, and becoming mischievously eloquent with relief.]
Then, au revoir, my Cousin. When this garish day is drowned in the sapphire pool of night, and we are all like pallid flowers tossed upon moody currents of mysterious desire, perhaps—who knows? our petals may touch in that tender gloom of night and music.
[Bends tenderly, whimsically over her hand.]
Queen
[Gazing after his exit enraptured, once more hopeful, then turning to Phedro.]
Ah, Phedro, what joy there is in being foolish!
Phedro
Pleasure has two extremes, Madame. One is to have your lover in your arms, the other is to have him in your power.
Queen [pacing up and down]
I must have one or the other. What can be done. Think for me, advise me. I am too unstrung to think for myself. When one wants a thing very much, everything blurs.