Mournfully. Freckles! If you want to see a martyr to freckles, knock at my door.
Enid returns, with lips that are a little too red, as Von Rettenmayer and de Castro re-enter at the door on the left. They leave the door open. Von Rettenmayer is carrying a syphon of soda-water and de Castro two tumblers. The men put the syphon and tumblers on the centre table and Von Rettenmayer fills the glasses and he and de Castro hand them to Enid and Gabrielle.
Von Rettenmayer.
To Enid and Gabrielle. I hobe we haf nod kepd you waiding.
De Castro.
Bertie’th been makin’ himthelf a reg’lar nuithanthe downthairth.
Enid.
Poor Bertie! Pity he has this little failing.
Gabrielle.
With mild enthusiasm. Yes, there’s not a nicer boy in London than Bertie, bar that.