JETTEL
You received my card, didn't you, my dear manager?
HASSENREUTER
Mrs. John!—I'll see if she is in the loft up there. [He mounts the stairs and rattles at the trap-door.] Locked! And of course the wretched creature has the key tied to her apron. [He beats enragedly against the trap-door with his fist.] John! John!
JETTEL
[Somewhat impatient.] Can't we manage without this Mrs. John?
HASSENREUTER
What? Do you think that I, in my dress suit and with all my decorations, just back from His Highness, can go through my three hundred boxes and cases just to rout out the wretched rags that you are pleased to need for your engagement here?
JETTEL
I beg your pardon. But I'm not wont to appear in rags on my tours.