TROTTER. You have a past, Miss O'Dowda.
FANNY. [looking apprehensively at her father] Sh-sh-sh!
THE COUNT. A past! What do you mean, Mr Trotter?
TROTTER. [to Fanny] You cant deceive me. That bit about the police was real. Youre a Suffraget, Miss O'Dowda. You were on that Deputation.
THE COUNT. Fanny: is this true?
FANNY. It is. I did a month with Lady Constance Lytton; and I'm prouder of it than I ever was of anything or ever shall be again.
TROTTER. Is that any reason why you should stuff naughty plays down my throat?
FANNY. Yes: itll teach you what it feels like to be forcibly fed.
THE COUNT. She will never return to Venice. I feel now as I felt when the Campanile fell.
Savoyard comes in through the curtains.