DUDLEY: I'll go in and see when the retiring consul will move out.
PAUL: All right, and I'll get a bite of luncheon awhile. (DUDLEY exits.)
PHIL: (Hungrily.) Oh—are you going to have your luncheon alone?
(PAUL sees mosquito on PHIL—is about to kill it—PHIL falls back.)
Ah—let it live—let it live.
PAUL: Now—you run in the house and take our things out of the grips.
PHIL: Is there any other little thing I can do for you?
PAUL: Not till after I've had my lunch.
PHIL: Thank you, sir! (PHIL looks a starved look at him—exits into house—stumbling over bundles.) (ROSE is heard singing off-stage chorus of "My Little Persian Rose"—enters humming.)
PAUL: (As he hears her singing.) It's Miss Madison—I know her sweet voice!
ROSE: (As she enters and sees PAUL, she stops singing, embarrassed.) Oh, I didn't know you were here. (The music continues faintly in orchestra.)
PAUL: I'm not—I'm in heaven when I hear you sing.