The Marquis in Pale Blue.
Yes, indeed, you have been insulted!
The Marquis In Pink.
Ha! Fearful is a man in anger! What do you think--can the dauber defend
himself?
The Marquis in Pale Blue.
Attack him first from behind, then to his face.
The Queen.
I thank you, Jean.... Well, now, you dear men, you whisper, sulk, and
mutter to each other. What is the use of my kindling your wit? I don't
strike even a little spark from the stone. So you are dismissed....
Take a holiday. And do you, my children, go home. But in a little
while, master, let us talk together, after our hearts' desire! The
ladies of the suite--they will not disturb you.
The Marquis In Pink.