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 —Your mother?

—No. Mother is in Vienna, but from there she is going on to Wiesbaden to wait for us. We will pick her up on our way home.

—[Earnestly, aroused.] Is there anything the matter with your mother?

—Her health, you mean? No. She's only going to Wiesbaden to play cards. [''There is a pause. She reads from her list.''] Could you have a footman's cap made up for me quickly?

—Footman?

—I've been so annoyed about his cap. The one he brought with him was all covered with gold braid. He looked just like a hotel doorman. What I wish you'd get for me is something discreet and in good taste, something suitable for a private dwelling.

—A private dwelling

—Yes. For a lady living alone.

—[Tremblingly writes.] Footman cap private dwelling I'll look around at the cap-maker's.

—I shall be awfully obliged. [''She rises. There is a pause.'']

—[Rises.] Not at all. It's I who am obliged.

—[Meets his eyes steadily.] Why do you look at me so strangely?