Duchess [rather bored]
No? What would you put there?
Prince
In the very centre of your temple I would place a faun with swift, strange limbs, crisp, serpentine hair, and the smile of a demon.
Duchess [turning to him slowly]
The smile of a demon? I think that would be enchanting. Ah, how tired I am, I think I will go and rest. What in the world is one tired from? What does one rest for——
[She pauses in rather a lost manner.]
Prince
Yes, do go and rest, for tomorrow you must be radiant as a new-blown flower in the first rays of the sun.