Kellermann.
Thanks, thanks, little lady. (Takes the curtains from her and stands on a chair under one of the mirrors.) What lovely Venetian lace! Ah, yes, every mirror comes to this sooner or later!
Daisy.
I'd like to get a breath of fresh air, would you mind, mother, dear? I feel so----
Frau Mulbridge.
Yes, yes, dear. Go out for a little while. (Daisy puts on her coat.)
Kellermann (in front of the other mirror).
Why, here's a little bunch of flowers!
v. Daisy (eagerly).
Oh, please, please, let me have it.