MLLE. NINA.
(Very pleasantly.) Have you won to-night, dearie?
MLLE. FIFI.
Ah, yes, my dear! Think! two thousand francs already!
MLLE. NINA.
(Very sweetly, moving away.) So much the better. I've lost like the devil. (She very slowly makes a detour of the table in the direction of the Russian banker. At the same time an elderly gentleman approaches Mlle. Fifi and speaks to her.)
LE MONSIEUR.
Good evening, my dear!
MLLE. FIFI.
Good evening, my pig of a Prince!