Curtain.
ACT III
Scene: A large conservatory lighted by gas. A tiny fountain playing in the center of a basin; furniture, chairs, clumps of shrubbery; large plants behind which one might easily slip and hide.
(The Duchess and Mme. de Céran enter, right. They look about stealthily and consult together in low tones.)
Duchess. No one?
Mme. de Céran. No one.
Duchess. Good! (She walks toward the center of the stage, then pauses) Three headaches!
Mme. de Céran. It’s atrocious that I should be forced to leave the poet to——
Duchess. Oh, well, your poet is reading his poetry! A poet who can read his poems is happy enough!