Another minute and we'll have finished.
ISABEL. Should they come suddenly, you know where to hide--behind those
curtains there.
THREE GREAT-AUNTS (_nodding_). Aye, we know!
[_A noise is heard in the distance._]
ISABEL. Some one comes!
(_She runs to the door, opens it, and looks out._)
The Prince comes down the stairs! Quick, aunts, quick!
FLAT-FOOT (_rising_). Well, 't is finished!
ISABEL (_looking into hall_). Now comes the Queen! To the curtains, quick!
[_The three Great-Aunts hide behind the curtains, just as the_ QUEEN _and
the_ PRINCE _enter._]
QUEEN. Well, have you finished?
ISABEL (_pointing to a pile of thread_). There's the last of it, your
Majesty.
QUEEN (_looking at thread_). Spun in the finest style, too! Prince, but a
week ago these rooms were filled with flax. Now look at them.
PRINCE (_looking about_). Empty, as if flax had never been here. 'T is
wonderful how one maid could do so much!
QUEEN. 'T is most wonderful!
PRINCE. The wedding shall take place to-day. Isabel, come now with us.
ISABEL (_thoughtfully_). No, no! I cannot!
PRINCE. You cannot?
QUEEN. You cannot! What do you mean?
ISABEL (_to the Queen_). Let me go home, your Majesty!
QUEEN.
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