SIR W. GELL
Surely ma’am you will acknowledge their affection? Otherwise we may
be hissed.
PRINCESS OF WALES
I know my business better than to take that morsel out of my husband’s
mouth. There—you see he enjoys it! I cannot assume that it is
meant for me unless they call my name.
[The PRINCE REGENT rises and bows, the TSAR and the KING OF PRUSSIA
doing the same.]
LADY CHARLOTTE CAMPBELL
He and the others are bowing for you, ma’am!
PRINCESS OF WALES
Mine God, then; I will bow too! [She rises and bends to them.]
PRINCE REGENT
She thinks we rose on her account.—A damn fool. [Aside.]
EMPEROR OF RUSSIA
What—didn’t we? I certainly rose in homage to her.
PRINCE REGENT
No, sire. We were supposed to rise to the repeated applause of the
people.
EMPEROR OF RUSSIA
H’m. Your customs sir, are a little puzzling.... [To the King of
Prussia.] A fine-looking woman! I must call upon the Princess of
Wales to-morrow.
KING OF PRUSSIA
I shall, at any rate, send her my respects by my chamberlain.
PRINCE REGENT [stepping back to Lord Liverpool]
By God, Liverpool, we must do something to stop ’em! They don’t
know what a laughing-stock they’ll make of me if they go to her.
Tell ’em they had better not.