A hundred-and-seventy-five. [_Stroking his hair with a finger._] Call it two hundred.
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Leaning back appalled._] Fifdy-sigs bounds a weeg!
ENID.
Sixty, in round figures.
VON RETTENMAYER.
For a fordnight?
ENID.
Oh, no, dear; a fortnight"s no use.
VON RETTENMAYER.
But one begomes sig of a blace afder a fordnight.
ENID.
If you only go for enjoyment; not if you go for rest-- rest.
VON RETTENMAYER.
Three weegs, then?
ENID.
A month. Smythe gives me the whole of August.
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Pa.s.sing his hand across his forehead._] A month!
ENID.
[_Rising and carefully picking a piece of fluff from her skirt._]
We"re losing this dance. Shall we have a turn?
[_He gets to his feet with some difficulty and then faces her._
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Breathing heavily._] Enid----
ENID.
[_Guilelessly._] Yes?
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Putting his heels together and bowing to her._] If you would permid me to be your bangker during your sday at Ostend-- four weegs----
ENID.
Karl----
VON RETTENMAYER.
I should be mosd gradified.
ENID.
[_Going to him._] I couldn"t. Such an obligation!
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Bowing again._] On my side.
ENID.
[_Giving him her hands._] Of course, I"d defray my travelling expenses, and tips and incidentals----
VON RETTENMAYER.
[_Raising her hands to his lips._] Ah!----
ENID.
Not a penny of those should fall on you. [_Withdrawing her hands quickly and backing away from him._] H"sh!
[_STIDULPH enters at the door on the left and again wanders to the counter._
STIDULPH.
[_Taking another cigarette._] You"re missing a very pretty waltz, Miss Moncreiff.
ENID.
[_Going to the door on the left, VON RETTENMAYER following her._]
I was just saying so to the Baron.
[_ENID and VON RETTENMAYER disappear. STIDULPH lights his cigarette and is leaving the counter when GABRIELLE and DE CASTRO enter at the right-hand door at the back, DE CASTRO looking exceedingly sulky._
STIDULPH.