[_To GABRIELLE and DE CASTRO._] Ah, Miss Kato; ah, Sam! A pleasant party, eh?
DE CASTRO.
[_Shortly._] Yeth. [_STIDULPH goes out at the right-hand door at the back. DE CASTRO crosses to the left and then turns to GABRIELLE._] Dam pleathant party!
GABRIELLE.
[_Dolefully._] Well, don"t make a scene.
DE CASTRO.
Thene! _I"m_ not makin" a thene. Walkin" away from me in the middle of a danthe and leavin" me thtandin" thtarin" after you like a detherted child! _You"re_ makin" the thene!
GABRIELLE.
I"m very sorry.
DE CASTRO.
I"m jutht ath good a waltzther ath anyone here, and better than motht.
[_Waving his arms._] If you"re tired of me, announthe the fact quietly. Don"t go and wipe your bootth on me in public, becauthe that hurtth my pride.
GABRIELLE.
[_With a little twist of her body._] I can"t do more than apologise.
First time I"ve ever done _that_ to a man.
DE CASTRO.
[_Coming to her, mollified._] I don"t athk it, Gabth; I don"t athk it.
All I athk----
GABRIELLE.
[_Sitting on the nearer settee in the centre._] If I"m rude, it"s owing to my low spirits. I"m so shockingly low-spirited.
DE CASTRO.
I know you are, and I make allowanthes for yer. I repeat, all I athk----
GABRIELLE.
[_Gazing at vacancy._] Mine"s a strange nature. _On_ the stage, I"m liveliness itself----!
DE CASTRO.
A perfect little lump o" talent! I"ve been tellin" Carlton tho-- perthuadin" him to introduthe an extra thong for you in Act Two.
GABRIELLE.
[_Looking at DE CASTRO._] You have?
DE CASTRO.
Yeth.
GABRIELLE.
Did he promise to think it over?
DE CASTRO.
Hith exthact wordth!
GABRIELLE.
[_With a hollow laugh._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Resuming her former att.i.tude._]
As I was remarking, I"m a ma.s.s of inconsistency. _On_ the stage the embodiment of elfish fun----
DE CASTRO.
That wath in the _Mail_.
GABRIELLE.
[_Nodding._] In the _Mail_. _Off_ the stage, I"m a sufferer from what"s called the artistic temperature-- no-- temperament----
DE CASTRO.
[_Uncomfortably, patting her shoulder._] Po" little girl; po" little girl!
GABRIELLE.
[_Her melancholy increasing._] Sometimes I"ve an idea that if I had a motor-car of my _own_ I should feel easier and happier.
DE CASTRO.
[_With a change of tone._] What d"ye mean-- motor-car of yer own?
Mine"th alwayth at your dithpothal, ithn"t it?
GABRIELLE.
[_Shaking her head._] That"s not the same thing. Whenever I have yours out, I"m weighed down by a sense of borrowing.
DE CASTRO.
Well, if I gave you a new car, you"d be weighed down by a thenthe of my havin" paid for it.
GABRIELLE.