[The Footman winks significantly. The Maid
draws herself up with dignity, and with a
dramatic gesture points to the door.
Maid.
Depart.
[The Footman goes out.
Lady Frederick.
[From the bedroom.] Have you drawn the blind, Angélique?
Maid.
I will do so, miladi. [She draws the blind, and the light falls brightly on the dressing-table.] But miladi will never be able to stand it. [She looks at herself in the glass.] Oh, the light of the sun in the morning! I cannot look at myself.
Lady Frederick.
[As before.] There's no reason that you should—especially in my glass.