Rodney. Madame la comtesse de Beaurien—Ellery Clark.
Countess. Dee-lighted.
Ellery. So am I.
Rodney. (Opens door lower L.) You can go out the private entrance.
Ellery. (Going toward left) Oh, certainly.
Countess. (As they go) You speak the French?
Ellery. No, not at all.
Countess. A pitee.
Ellery. But I can speak German.
Countess. Aber prachtvoll—Ich habe die Deutche sprache so furchtbar gern.