Time—Early morning
Place—The Burgson Apartment, a long, low rambling affair at the top of a house in the heart of the city.
The decoration is garish, dealing heavily in reds and pinks. There is an evident attempt to make the place look luxuriously sensual. The furniture is all of the reclining type.
The walls are covered with a striped paper in red and white. Only two pictures are evident, one of the Madonna and child, and one of an early English tandem race.
There are firearms everywhere. Many groups of swords, ancient and modern, are secured to the walls. A pistol or two lie in chairs, etc.
There is only one door, which leads out into the back hall directly back centre.
Amelia Burgson is a woman rather over the normal in height, with large braids of very yellow hair, done about a long face. She seems vitally hysterical.
Vera Burgson is small, thin and dark.
The Dove is a slight girl barely out of her teens; she is as delicate as china with almost dangerously transparent skin. Her nose is high-bridged and thin, her hands and feet are also very long and delicate. She has red hair, very elegantly coiffured. When she moves [seldom] the slightest line runs between her legs, giving her the expectant waiting air of a deer.
At the rising of the curtain The Dove, gowned in white, is seated on the divan polishing the blade of an immense sword. Half reclining to her right lies Vera in a thin yellow morning gown. A French novel has half fallen from her hand. Her eyes are closed.