MRS. SCHUYLER: Oh Prince, I've flown so much in my days, there isn't another flap left in me. (Throws him off.) Go—serve my "paflouka!"
DOWLEH: You throw me down—very well—I will be revenged. (Grinds his teeth in her ear.) Mmmm-ha!
MRS. SCHUYLER: (With start, holding ear.) He bit me. (The girls come down as DOWLEH goes off bumping into DUDLEY, who enters in dress clothes—he swears at DUDLEY, in Persian and exits.)
DUDLEY: (To MRS. SCHUYLER.) Oh Lena—if it's you that has made him mad, I'd advise you not to taste any of his food again.
MRS. SCHUYLER: Why?
DUDLEY: I just heard he's under suspicion of having put poison in a lady's food, which killed her in ten seconds.
MRS. SCHUYLER: Ten seconds! Then it was true. (Waiter enters with "paftouka.") Oh my beautiful paflouka—and it smells so good.
DUDLEY: But Lena—you daren't touch it unless you get someone to try it first.
MRS. SCHUYLER: Will you?
DUDLEY: Excuse me. (She turns to the three—they all decline.)