Count
Yes, good-by. But, won’t you give me your hand?
Girl
(Reaches out her hand from under the cover)
Count
(Takes her hand, and kisses it mechanically, and becoming aware of it, he smiles) Just as with a princess. Besides, if one only…
Girl
Why do you look at me that way?
Count
If one only sees the head, as now … anyway, each and every one looks innocent when she first awakes … ’pon my soul, one might imagine almost anything, if the kerosene didn’t smell so…