Dick?… Don’t talk to me about that galley-slave!—
THE ACTRESS AND THE COUNT
The bedroom of the Actress, luxuriously furnished. It is midday. The curtains are still down; a candle is burning on the dressing-table. The Actress is disclosed in her four-poster bed. Many newspapers are strewn about on the cover. The Count in the uniform of a captain of the Dragoons enters. He remains standing at the door.
Actress
Ah, Count.
Count
Your mother said I might, otherwise I would not—