(Fana rises and lifts her veil from her mouth. She drinks, smiling at Maldor, who sits and stares impassively ahead of him. Sobe rises and moves to the back of the room, watching her.)
Fana
I have drunk.
Sobe (softly)
Unveil yourself.
(Fana unveils herself.)
Sobe
Ah!
(He draws aside a panel portiere in the rear draperies, and a long narrow mirror is revealed.)
Sobe