ROSARELLE
But it's carved, my love!...
BELLINE
Yes, carved in dust.
ROSARELLE
Reach me one of those hideous rags and let me wipe it....
BELLINE
(Eagerly and obsequiously.) Wait, miss, I'll do that.... (She takes the moon-coloured dress and dusts the seat with it.) There, that's a little better; that's at least one corner nearly clean enough to sit on.
ROSARELLE
(Sitting down.) I'm tired out!