Ough we may appear calm on the surface, inwardly we are swelling, _swelling_, with rage

and indignation. KNAVE (_looking out the window_). I see the Lady Violetta in the garden. (_He goes to the door and holds it open, bowing._) The Lady Violetta is at the door, Your Majesty. (_Enter
the_ LADY VIOLETTA, _her purple train over her arm. She has been running._) VIOLETTA. Am I late? I just remembered and came as fast as I could. I bumped into a
sentry and he fell down. I didn't. That's strange, isn't it? I suppose it's because he stands in one position so long he--Why, Pompy dear, what's the matter? Oh, oh! (_Walking closer_) Your feelings
are hurt! POMPDEBILE. _Don't_ call us Pompy. It doesn't seem to matter to you whether you are divorced or not. VIOLETTA (_anxiously_). Is that
why your feelings are hurt? POMPDEBILE. Our feelings are not hurt, not at all. VIOLETTA. Oh, yes, they are, Pompdebile dear. I know, because they are connected with your eyebrows. When your feelings go down, up go your eyebrows, and when your feelings go up, they go down--always. POMPDEBILE (_severely_). Where have you been? VIOLETTA. I, just now? POMPDEBILE. Just now, when you should have been outside t