HE. At your request.
SHE. (Almost choking with rage) But a valet! A valet!
HE. I'm a good valet. One of the best there is.
SHE. Your insolence! Oh! (She seizes the handkerchief which he has left on the log, and wipes her mouth furiously.)
HE. My handkerchief.
SHE. (Throwing it to the ground) Oh, you coward! You. . . . You (She sits on the log, inarticulate with rage. The whistle is heard again.)
HE. Listen to me.
SHE. I won't.
HE. (Earnestly) Listen to me.
SHE. I don't want to talk to you!