Roger. You?
Mme. de Céran. Yes, and I’ll talk to him.
Duchess. But be careful!
Mme. de Céran. Oh, I’ll be careful enough; but if she persists, I shall give her my opinion on the subject! I’ll wait. (She sits down)
Duchess. Not long! Five minutes to ten! If she is going to have her headache, it is due about now. (The door at the back swings open slowly) Shhh——
Roger. There she is!
(As the door opens, the voice of the poet is heard declaiming.)
Poet. (Outside) “Then let me cleanse the earth of this vile brood!
Death’s portal shall not check my vengeance, nor
Shall I retreat before the yawning grave——”