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. I am sorry for my moustache. She says a moustache is not good for a lackey. Why? That you may see that I am a lackey, or else I might look finer than her darling son. Who is he, anyway? Even though I am without a moustache, he can't come up to me— (Looking in the mirror, smiling.) What a lot of women are after me! But I do not like any of them as much as Tánya— A simple chambermaid, yes, but she is finer than any lady! (Smiling.) And so sweet! (Listening.) There she is herself! (Smiling.) Just hear her strike the floor with her heels! Whew!