[Aside.] There's Mrs. Waterspout, by jove! [Aloud.] You seem puzzled at my manner—I will take another opportunity of explaining. Suffice it now to say you have misunderstood me.
[Exit.
Man. My understanding seems to be terribly at fault to-day.
Mad. A. [Aside.] De Bevannes has left him. A good opportunity for me. [Comes down.] Beautiful! Exquisite indeed!
Man. Madame—
Mad. A. Truly, each new picture you finish, is more lovely than the last. Oh!
[Weeps.
Man. What is the matter?
Mad. A. The painting of that sheep's head—
Man. Yes, Madame—