[Louise doesn't hear.]
Sophie [approaches the end of table]. A gentleman has come—come to see—you.
Louise [raising herself on her elbows; with her head on her hands]. What are you doing?
Sophie [confusedly]. I—madam? Why, nothing. But there's a gentleman ... you see....
Louise. A gentleman? Very well, you may go. [She closes her eyes.]
Sophie. But ... but ... he wishes to speak to you. A gray-haired gentleman. He is standing by the portières ... over there. [Indicates Van Elst.]
[Louise does not pay any attention to Sophie or Van Elst, but composes herself for another nap on the couch.]
Sophie. May he come in? [A long pause.] May he...? [Louise does not answer. Sophie waits a bit, then she beckons Van Elst into the room.] She won't answer, sir. Maybe you'd better come back in an hour or so....
Van Elst. Hm! No. That's impossible. [Looks at Louise.] What's the matter with madam? Is she asleep?
Sophie. No ... you see ... she is, you know....