Rodney. Listen: je suis le fils de Museer Martin—vous savez?
Countess. (Delightedly) Oui, oui.
Rodney. (Slowly) Nous manfacturons, I mean manufacturong—un nouveau savon—see? Savon Treize—(He holds up his fingers to indicate thirteen)
Countess. Oui, oui.
Peale. (Impressed) It must be great to have a college education.
Rodney. Savon Treize—pas—bon—pour—what the deuce is dirt?
Mary. I don’t know.
Rodney. Oh, yes—sal—pas bon pour sal——
Countess. (Laughing) Savon Treize—pas bon pour sal—c’est bien—c’est bien.
Peale. (Gleefully) She likes it—she likes it.