Mrs. S. Very well; I see we must look further. I don’t believe we should be suited here. Come, Isadora Malvina. (Goes out, L., with a lofty air, followed by her daughter.)
A. What airs people do put on sometimes! I’m glad she didn’t decide to stay. I shouldn’t want her for a boarder at any price. (Bell rings. Enter Count de Fripon, L.)
Count (with a polite bow). Can madame accommodate me with a suite of rooms?
Mrs. J. I think so. What rooms do you desire?
C. I should like a chambre à coucher—what you call a bedroom; also a parlor in which I could receive my friends.
Mrs. J. You would require board, too, I suppose.
C. Oui, madame,—yes, you are right. I should wish board for myself, and sometimes I might bring a friend with me to dine.
Mrs. J. Certainly. We shall always be glad to see any of your friends. In regard to terms—
C. (with a deprecating gesture). Pardon, madame, but—I never trouble myself with these trifling matters. At the end of every month you will send in your bill to me, and I shall pay it to you at once.
Mrs. J. That will be satisfactory. But what name shall I put down?