Enter Mrs. Van Tromp and Fred, b. d.
Mrs. V. T. (coming down). I told you we should find this room empty.
[Looks about.
Fred. But that doesn’t tell me why you asked me to bring you here.
Mrs. V. T. Perhaps to cheat you out of your dance with our host’s pretty daughter.
Fred. I might answer you in kind. But it’s fairer to tell you that your mask is no disguise.
Mrs. V. T. You know me?
Fred. Yes. You are “our host’s pretty daughter.”
Mrs. V. T. I am but a poor actress if I have played my part so badly.
Fred. Indeed, no. Even now I find it hard to believe, your acting is so perfect. If I had not known your domino, I should never have recognised you.