Camele. Nothing—kiss me. (They kiss. Maud, looking back into the room, sees them. She turns quickly, picks up her hat, puts it on and hurries out.)

Camele. Let us go.

Jack. All right.

Camele (putting on her hat). I’m going. (The others come from the window.)

George. Yes?

Camele. Yes!

Jack. Here’s your kimona.

Camele. That is for Maud.

Alice. Where is she?

Camele. She went out—she’ll be back, I guess.