Bertha: Yes. The man intended to come early in the morning.
Rita: The man has often wanted to do so. He does not seem to possess a strong character. (She points to her cloak) Dust it well before placing it in the wardrobe. The dust is simply terrible in this place ... and this they call a fresh-air resort. Has anybody called?
Bertha: Yes, my lady, the Count. He has——
Rita: Well, yes; I mean anyone else?
Bertha: No. No one.
Rita: Hm! Let me have my dressing gown.
(Bertha goes to the sleeping chamber to the left.)
Rita (steps in front of the mirror, singing softly): "Les envoyées du paradis...." (Suddenly raising her voice, she asks Bertha) How long did he wait?
Bertha: What?
Rita: I would like to know how long he waited.