Mary (coldly). I wasn't referring to the dinner. If you could manage to get your mind off your meals occasionally, I should like to discuss the play.
William (yawning). Not to-night, dear, I'm sleepy.... Capital dinner; don't know when I've had a better.... Very, very sleepy.
[He goes to bed and dreams.
THE DREAM.
Scene I.
Moscow. The top of the Shot Tower where they make the caviare. Alexandrovitch is discovered at work. Enter Marieovitch.
Alexandrovitch (dropping his sturgeon and clasping her round the neck). At last, my love!
Marieovitch. Be careful. Williamovitch suspects. He hates you.
Alexandrovitch. Nonsense, love! He's only jealous because my caviare is so much rounder than his.
Marieovitch. He knows I am tired of him. Lookout; here he is.