Josephine
Ah! tomorrow—tomorrow!
Queen
Josephine, take your prince and await me in the ballroom.
Josephine [glancing toward the cart]
It is very pleasant here, your Majesty. The air is cool so far away from candlelight, and I have an inclination to headache.
Queen
Why, a moment ago you said, "Let us dance," to which you added as your own a quotation from something you had read.
Josephine
[Who has been edging nearer the cart and looking with curiosity about her.]