Snow White. But I'd be different.
Astolaine. Then let's all take off our shoes and stockings.
Rosalys. Of course!
- [Immediately they plump down on the floor. But they have hardly begun when a trumpet sounds from the terrace.
Snow White. There's the Prince now!
Astolaine. We can't stay here. Let's run into the anteroom to finish.
Snow White. I am so afraid something may happen. Really I ought not to, but I do so want to see him!
Maids of Honour. Hurry! Hurry! dear Princess! [And they hasten off into the anteroom, drawing Snow White with them.]
- [They are only just in time, for music sounds on the terrace, and the throne-room fills with Dukes and Duchesses (none of lower rank are allowed) all in
