The Lady (still hesitating).
Monsieur, I know, will understand ...
M. Jolicœur.
Madame, I wait but your command.
The Lady.
You are too good. Then condescend
At once to be a new-found Friend!
M. Jolicœur (entering upon the part forthwith).
How? I am charmed,—enchanted. Ah!
What ages since we met ... at Spa?
The Lady (a little disconcerted).
At Ems, I think. Monsieur, maybe,
Will recollect the Orangery?
M. Jolicœur.
At Ems, of course. But Madame's face
Might make one well forget a place.
The Lady.
It seems so. Still, Monsieur recalls
The Kürhaus, and the concert-balls?
M. Jolicœur.
Assuredly. Though there again
'Tis Madame's image I retain.
The Lady.
Monsieur is skilled in ... repartee.
(How do they take it?—Can you see?)
M. Jolicœur.
Nay,—Madame furnishes the wit.
(They don't know what to make of it!)