POMPDEBILE. If we made an effort, we could think of a new law--just as wise. It only requires effort. CHANCELLOR. But the constitution. We can't touch the constitution. POMPDEBILE (_starting up_). We shall destroy the constitution! CHANCELLOR. The people are clamoring at the gates! POMPDEBILE. Oh, I forgot them. No, it has been carried too far. We shall have to go on. Proceed. VIOLETTA. Without the raspberry jam? POMPDEBILE (_to_ KNAVE). Go you, and procure some. I will give a hundred golden guineas for it. (_The little boy who holds the cinnamon pot comes forward._) BOY. Please, Your Majesty, I have some. POMPDEBILE. You! Where? BOY. In my pocket. If someone would please hold my cinnamon jar--I could get it. (UBSULA _takes it. The boy struggles with his pocket and finally, triumphantly, pulls out a small jar._) There! VIOLETTA. How clever of you! Do you always do that? BOY. What--eat raspberry jam? VIOLETTA. No, supply the exact article needed from your pocket. BOY. I eat it for my lunch. Please give me the hundred guineas. VIOLETTA. Oh, yes--Chancellor--if I may trouble you. (_Holding out her hand._) CHANCELLOR. Your Majesty, this is an outrage! Are you going to allow this? POMPDEBILE (_sadly_). Yes, Chancellor. We have such an impulsive nature! (_The_ LADY VIOLETTA _receives the money._) VIOLETTA. Thank you. (_She gives it to the boy._) Now we are ready to begin. Milk, please. (_The boy who holds the milk jar comes forward and kneels._) I take some of this milk and beat it well. YELLOW HOSE (_in a whisper_). _Beat_ it--milk! VIOLETTA. Then I put in two tablespoonfuls of salt, taking great care that it falls exactly in the middle of the bowl. (_To the little boy_) Thank you, dear. Now the flour, no, the pepper, and then--one pound of butter. I hope that it is good butter, or the whole thing will be quite spoiled. BLUE HOSE. This is the most astonishing thing I have ever witnessed. YELLOW HOSE. I don't understand it. VIOLETTA (_stirring_). I find that the butter is _not_ very good. It makes a great difference. I shall have to use more pepper to counteract it. That's better. (_She pours in pepper. The boy with the pepper pot sneezes violently._) Oh, oh, dear! Lend him your handkerchief, Chancellor. Knave, will you? (YELLOW HOSE _silences the boy's sneezes with the_ KNAVE'S _handkerchief._) I think that they are going to turn out very well. Aren't you glad, Chancellor? You shall have one if you will be glad and smile nicely--a little brown tart with raspberry jam in the middle. Now for a dash of vinegar. COOKS (_in horror_). Vinegar! Great Goslings! Vinegar! VIOLETTA (_stops stirring_). Vinegar will make them crumbly. Do you like them crumbly, Pompdebile, darling? They are really for you, you know, since I am trying, by this example, to show all the wives how to please all the husbands. POMPDEBILE. Remember that they are to go in the museum with the tests of the previous Queens.