Lukyn.
Ah! I’ve passed many a happy hour in this room. The present is not the least happy.
Charlotte.
[Trying to attract his attention.] Ahem! Ahem!
Lukyn.
[Gazing up at the ceiling.] My first visit to the Hotel des Princes was in the year—the year—let me think.
Charlotte.
[Whispering to Agatha Posket.] Isn’t he going to help me?
Lukyn.
Was it in ’55?