Come in.
KING (outside).
Eversmann!
PRINCE
Now, what's that?
KING (still without, beats the door loudly with his cane).
Eversmann!
PRINCE
Surely this castle is haunted!
[He slips into the door at the right.]
KING (knocking again, still outside).
Eversmann! Doesn't the fellow hear?
EVERSMANN (coming in hurriedly).
The door is open, Your Majesty. [Goes to centre door, opens it.]
PRINCE (looking in at his door).
Your Majesty? Is that the King?
KING (in corridor but not yet visible).
Eversmann, have you forgotten that this is the day for revising the books?
EVERSMANN
No, indeed, Your Majesty. I was occupied in balancing the books of Her
Majesty the Queen.
QUEEN (comes out from her door, listens timidly).
Was that the King's voice?
KING (outside).
Eversmann, tell the castellan that eleven o'clock is closing hour for my wife's apartment, and that, if I see a light again in her rooms until after midnight, I will come over myself at the stroke of twelve to search into every corner and to discover what political plot is brewing there. You'd better tell my wife yourself, sirrah—so that she may obey orders.
EVERSMANN
So that she may obey orders.
QUEEN
Miserable lackey! [Goes out.]
PRINCE (aside).
Will he go now?
KING (outside).
Eversmann!
EVERSMANN
Your Majesty!
KING
Now go to my daughter too, the Princess Wilhelmine—
[WILHELMINE opens her door softly.]
EVERSMANN
To Her Royal Highness—
KING
And tell her to have a care—this Laharpe—is a rascal.
WILHELMINE (aside).
Laharpe?
PRINCE (aside).
What's that?
KING
Laharpe is a rascal, I say.
EVERSMANN
A rascal.