FRAU VON VIERECK, FRAU VON HOLZENDORF, and about six more ladies enter cautiously, one by one, through the centre door.
VIERECK.
Hush! Step cautiously!
HOLZENDORF (whispering).
It's all quiet here—if only these wretched shoes of mine didn't creak so.
VIERECK (whispering).
What can Her Majesty the Queen be planning for tonight?
HOLZENDORF.
Has His Majesty the King gone from home?