ELECTOR (approaches her).
Dear little girl of mine, what have you lost?
ELECTRESS. What are you searching for?
NATALIE. Why, Auntie dear,
My glove! I can't imagine—
[They all look about.]
ELECTOR (to the ladies-in-waiting). Would you mind?—
ELECTRESS (to the PRINCESS). It's in your hand.
NATALIE. The right glove; but the left?
ELECTOR. You may have left it in your bedroom.
NATALIE. Oh,
Bork, if you will?
ELECTOR (to the lady-in-waiting). Quick, quick!