Idle people are moody, your Majesty, but if ...
Queen [sharply]
It is my pleasure that you should await me in the ballroom.
Josephine
Your Majesty....
[Bowing low and taking the arm of the Prince, looks up archly into his eyes.]
We will ask the musicians to play one of those new waltzes, that make me close my eyes quite up with delight.
[Prince gazing enraptured, leads her out.]
Queen
[Furiously, turning to Phedro who has flitted in and out since the cessation of the performance, in a low voice.]