Lady Frederick
No, of course not. You can talk to me while I'm finishing.
Mereston
All right. How are you this morning?
Lady Frederick
I don't know. I haven't looked at myself in the glass yet. How are you?
Mereston
A 1, thanks.
Lady Frederick
Are you looking nice?
Mereston
[Going to the glass.] I hope so. By Jove, what a strong light. You must be pretty sure of your complexion to be able to stand that.
Lady Frederick
[Appearing.] I am.
Mereston
[Going forward eagerly.] Ah.
[She comes through the curtains. She wears a kimono, her hair is all dishevelled, hanging about her head in a tangled mop. She is not made up and looks haggard and yellow and lined. When Mereston sees her he gives a slight start of surprise. She plays the scene throughout with her broadest brogue.
Lady Frederick
Good-morning.
Mereston
[Staring at her in dismay.] Good-morning.
Lady Frederick
Well, what have you to say to me?
Mereston
[Embarrassed.] I – er – hope you slept all right.
Lady Frederick
[Laughing.] Did you?
Mereston
I forget.
Lady Frederick
I believe you slept like a top, Charlie. You really might have lain awake and thought of me. What is the matter? You look as if you'd seen a ghost.
Mereston
Oh no, not at all.
Lady Frederick
You're not disappointed already?
Mereston
No, of course not. Only – you look so different with your hair not done.
Lady Frederick
[With a little cry.] Oh, I'd forgotten all about it. Angélique, come and do my hair.
Maid
[Appearing.] Yes, miladi.
[Lady Frederick sits down at the dressing-table.
Lady Frederick
Now, take pains, Angélique. I want to look my very best. Angélique is a jewel of incalculable value.
Maid
Miladi is very kind.
Lady Frederick
If I'm light-hearted, she does it one way. If I'm depressed she does it another.
Maid
Oh, miladi, the perruquier who taught me said always that a good hairdresser could express every mood and every passion of the human heart.