(Sits; her ankle is exposed.)
Phil. The Princess has a candid enemy!
I beg your pardon, but the furniture
Has caught your dress.
Azèma. (re-arranging her dress hastily) Oh, I arranged it so,
That you might see how truly beautiful
My foot and ankle are (as if much shocked at the exposé).
Phil.I saw them well,
They’re very neat.
Azèma.I now remove my glove