Christabel. Well then, announce the Prince. [And she and Rosalys run out onto the terrace ready to re-enter as Snow White and the Prince respectively.]
Astolaine. Wait till I get on the throne. [She arranges an imaginary train, then sweeps to the throne and gazes into an imaginary mirror.] I think I'm looking particularly handsome to-day. Any visitors, Sir Dandiprat?
Amelotte. [As Sir Dandiprat, announcing.] His Royalty Prince Florimond, your Majesty. [Rosalys enters as the Prince, bowing low in the doorway.
Rosalys. Has Princess Snow White come home yet, your Majesty? I love her to distractedness. I should like to marry her at once, please.
Christabel. [Peeping in from the terrace.] Now me.
Astolaine. No, wait! Let me talk a little. Dear me, Prince Florimond—I mean, dear us!—we
