Prince
You are cold. Let me arrange your cloak more closely about your shoulders.
Queen
Wrap my dear sister by all means, Charles, but if you can—from the inside out.
[Continues her conversation with a courtier.]
Josephine [in a low voice]
How she dislikes me! But dislike is amusing when the hours are just ending that make one the slave of its temper.
Prince [bending over her]
Tomorrow, Josephine.... Tomorrow you will be safe forever from her rudeness. She will need us; our united fortunes will be the bank for her gambling.