Zinida
The Baron is too severe.
Mancini
Yes, but it seems to me he is right. I am a little infected with your fancy. [He returns. Two waiters follow him, carrying a basket of champagne and glasses. They prepare everything on the table.]
Mancini
Ah! merci, He. But, please, none of this bourgeoise exploding of corks; be slower and more modest. Send the bill to Baron Regnard. Then, we will be here, Briquet. I must go.
Zinida
[Looks at her watch]: Yes, the act is going to end soon.
Mancini
Heavens! [Disappears in a hurry.]