Gwymplane
I consider but your comfort, Madame, in wearing my mask.
Duchess [smiling subtly]
Nay, you would be surprised at what considers my comfort and what does not. Your mask, for instance, does not.
[She sinks upon her chaise longue, intensely graceful and beautiful. Gwymplane lets his eyes rest upon her for a moment.]
Your mask, do remove it. I have always heard artists were most gallant to women. See, I remove mine.
Gwymplane
[Stifled with surprise and emotion.]
Duchess