HUSBAND. Yes, I am.
The MAID enters.
ROSE. What do you want?
MAID. The Baroness said I should help Mr. Brunner to pack.
ROSE. It isn't necessary. You can go!
The MAID hesitates.
ROSE. Go, I tell you!
The MAID goes out.
HUSBAND. Isn't that rather impolite to me, Miss Rose?
ROSE. No, it is not. I wanted to help you myself. But you are impolite when you run away from your promise to help me with the flowers for to-morrow's festival. Not that I care a bit—as I am not going to the festival to-morrow, because—I don't know where I may be to-morrow.