The King. Indeed? The General (hurriedly). That is to say, of course, the throne stands firm by itself--God forbid I should hint otherwise! But what I mean is that it is the Army ants the Church that must supply the monarchy with the necessary splendour and authority-- The King. I suppose, then, that the monarchy has no longer any of its own? The General (jumping up). Heaven forbid that I should say such a thing! I would give my life in support of the monarchy! The King. You will have to die some day, unfortunately (Laughs as he gets up.) Who is that coming this way? The General (putting up his eyeglass). That? It is the Princess and Countess L'Estoque, Sir. The King. Is the Princess suffering from indigestion too? The General (confidentially). I fancy your Majesty knows best what the Princess is suffering from. (The KING moves away from him.) I made a mess of that! It comes of my trying to be too clever.--He is walking towards her. Perhaps there is something in it, after all? I must tell Falbe about it. (Turns to go.) Confound it, he saw that I was watching them! (Goes out. The KING returns to the arbour with the PRINCESS on his arm. The COUNTESS and one of the royal servants are seen crossing the park in the background.) The Princess. This is a most surprising meeting! When did your Majesty return? The King. Last night.--You look very charming, Princess! Such blushing cheeks!--and so early in the morning! The Princess. I suppose you think it is rouge?--No, Sir, it is nothing but pleasure at meeting you. The King. Flatterer! And I went pale at the sight of you. The Princess. Perhaps your conscience--? The King. I am sorry to say my conscience had nothing to do with it. But this morning I have been meeting so many people that are suffering from indigestion that, when I saw your Highness walking quickly along-- The Princess. Make your mind easy! My reason for my morning walk is to keep my fat down. Later in the day I ride--for the same reason. I live for nothing else now. The King. It is a sacred vocation! The Princess. Because it is a royal one? The King. Do you attribute your sanctity to me? Wicked Princess! The Princess. Both my sanctity and any good fortune I enjoy. It is nothing but my relationship to your Majesty that induces the tradespeople to give me unlimited credit. The King. You don't feel any awkwardness about it, then? The Princess. Not a bit! The good folk have to maintain many worse parasites than me!--By the way, talking of parasites, is it true that you have pensioned off all your lords-in-waiting and their hangers-on? The King. Yes. The Princess. Ha, ha, ha! But why did you make the special stipulation that they should live in Switzerland? The King. Because there is no court in Switzerland, and-- The Princess. And so they could not fall into temptation again! I have had many a good laugh at the thought of it. But it has its serious side too, you know; because your Majesty cannot dispense with a court.