BOLZ (irritably).
Oh the devil, don't put on airs! [Goes to the table, puts papers in the drawer, seizes his hat.]
Enter MADAME PAVONI.
MADAME PAVONI.
Have I the honor of seeing before me the editor of the Union?
BELLMAUS (bowing).
To be sure—that is to say—won't you kindly be seated? [Pushes up chairs.]
BOLZ.
Adelaide is clear-sighted and clever. How can she possibly fail to see through that fellow?