He Who Gets Slapped: A Play in Four Acts

by Leonid Andreyev

Briquet

But pleasures of a higher kind, Count. Why are you silent, Zinida?

Zinida

I'm listening.

Mancini

By the way, my dear, how do you like my suit? You have wonderful taste. [Spreads out his lace tie and lace cuffs.]

Zinida

I like it. You look like a nobleman of the courts of long ago.

Mancini

Yes? But don't you think it is too conspicuous? Who wears lace and satin now? This dirty democracy will soon make us dress ourselves in sack cloth. [With a sigh] Auguste told me that this jabot was out of place.