The Queen. Help you? How?
The Prince. You see I've fallen in love with someone else meantime.
The Queen. Meantime? When?
The Prince. Here, just now, in this very room. She is the most beautiful . . .
The Queen. [With a pleased laugh.] Oh, my poor boy! Really, I'm so much older than you . . .
The Prince. [With boyish frankness.] Oh, not your Majesty. She's one of Snow White's Maids of Honour.
The Queen. A Maid of Honour? You don't mean to say you want to marry one of them! Your father would never consent. They're nice girls and come of quite respectable families—daughters of dukes and earls and that class—but you can only marry a Princess.
The Prince. I'd marry her without my father's consent, even if we had to set up house-keeping in a poor cottage!
