Why don't you take it from your baron?
Mancini
[Raising his eyebrows haughtily, quite indignant]: From the Baron? Woman! who do you think I am that I should be beholden to a stranger?
Zinida
You're plotting something artful. I know you very little, but I guess you're an awful scoundrel.
Mancini
[Laughs]: Such an insult from such beautiful lips.
[Enter an "artist," apparently an athlete.]
Athlete
Papa Briquet, there's a gentleman from beyond the grave asking for you.