CHANCELLOR. I shall tell the King that you refuse admission.
(VIOLETTA runs to the window to see if the KNAVE is in sight. The
CHANCELLOR returns and knocks.)
CHANCELLOR. The King wishes to come in.
VIOLETTA. But the checkers!
CHANCELLOR. The Knights of the Checker Board have taken them away.
VIOLETTA. But the tarts aren't done, really.
CHANCELLOR. You said twenty minutes.
VIOLETTA. No, I didn't—at least, I said twenty minutes for them to get good and warm and another twenty minutes for them to become brown. That makes forty—don't you remember?
CHANCELLOR. I shall carry your message to His Majesty.
(VIOLETTA again runs to the window and peers anxiously up the road.)