Rodney. (To Countess) Would you mind saying that over and say it slow?
Countess. Comment?
Rodney. Oh.... Répétez ça s’il vous plait—pas vite.
Countess. Je suis madame la comtesse de Beaurien. Je désire obtenir l’agence du Savon Martin pour la France. Je peux donner cinquante mille francs pour cette agence. Et enfin, voulez-vous arranger cette affaire pour moi? Je suis riche, j’ai beaucoup de recommendations—je suis bien connue à Paris.
Rodney. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. (To Peale) She wants the agency for father’s soap for France and is willing to pay 50,000 francs for the concession.
Peale. How much is that in money?
Rodney. Ten thousand dollars.
Mary. Had I better tell your father? (Goes to door lower L.)
Rodney. (Inspired. Crosses to Mary) No, no, why not keep father out of this? We’ll sell her the agency for the Thirteen Soap—that’d be another $10,000 for us. Peale, she’s a gift from the gods! (Goes to Countess)