the three-hundred-and-eighty-fifth. Hm—that can't be right. It's most puzzling.
Rosalys. Prince Florimond comes to-day too.
Sir Dandiprat. What? Prince Florimond too?
Astolaine. Of course—to be engaged to Snow White.
Sir Dandiprat. The Prince coming and nothing arranged—nothing! Nobody ever tells me anything at this Court. He may be here any moment, and all the army out hunting for Berthold, and the Dukes and Duchesses scattered all over the place playing croquet! I shall go distracted! I shall go distracted!
- [He hurries out onto the terrace, and first turns to the right, then to the left, then to the right again, before he can finally make up his foolish old mind to go the left, and waddles out of sight.
