The Queen. Quite, thank you. I beg everybody's pardon. Something I had for lunch no doubt. [To Sir Dandiprat.] Where is the Princess Snow White?
Snow White. [Appearing.] I am here, your Majesty.
The Queen. My dear Snow White, Prince Florimond has come to ask your hand in marriage. What do you say?
Snow White. [Drooping her head.] What may I say?
The Queen. Have you any reasons against it?
Snow White. [Softly.] None, your Majesty.
The Queen. I was obliges to tell him how un-fitted you are at present to become a Queen. Indeed, I've long been thinking of sending you away to some select boarding-school for backward Princesses. This seems the opportunity. You will remain at the school for a year and a day.
