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ettee, and is about to put her arm through FARNCOMBE'S when she checks herself and looks at her programme._ LILY. [_Frowning._] Tsss! FARNCOMBE. Eh? LILY. [_In a low voice._] One, two, three, four--! Why, this-- this is our fifth dance! FARNCOMBE. [_Softly._] Yes. LILY. Five out of eight! FARNCOMBE. [_Looking at his programme._] And 10, 12, and 14 are mine, too. LILY. [_With a movement of her shoulders, accepting his arm._] How unfair! FARNCOMBE. [_As they go to the right-hand door at the back._] Unfair? LILY. To the others. I can't think what made me so thoughtless. [_They disappear. Two of the waiters carry out the soiled glasses, etc.; another follows with the ices, and the bearded waiter with the strawberries-and-cream. After a while, LUIGI also withdraws._ ENID. [_Leaving the counter with VON RETTENMAYER._] Well, what did you say to him? VON RETTENMAYER. I told him the biece wants lifding in the zecond aggd and that he ought to gif you anoder dance. ENID. [_On the right._] What did _he_ say? VON RETTENMAYER. He will think it over! ENID. [_Scornfully._] Ha! That's Smythe's invariable formula, cunning old fox! VON RETTENMAYER. But we are to dalk aboud it lader. I am waiding to ged him alone. ENID. Pff! _You_ won't get him alone, you stupid; _he'll_ take precious good care of that. [_Finding that LUIGI and the waiters have departed, and walking across to the left._] Ah, but it isn't dancing my mind's dwelling on just now, dear boy. VON RETTENMAYER. [_Following her._] Nod? ENID. It's rest I'm yearning for-- my holiday!-- rest for my weary bones. [_Turning to him without a sign of disturbance._] Karl, I'm simply bursting with rage. VON RETTENMAYER. Rage? ENID. That wretched hotel at Ostend-- the Plage! They've the confounded impudence to ask me a hundred-and-twenty-five francs a day for two cubby-holes on the third floor, for my aunt and me. VON RETTENMAYER. Monsdrous. [_With a shrug._] But Ostend is-- Ostend. ENID. Thanks for the information. Is that all the sympathy you can offer? VON RETTENMAYER. Bardon. [_Humbly._] There may be gheaper hodels. ENID. Where the common people pay for their beds and meals with Cook's coupons! [_Sitting upon the arm of the further settee in the centre and swinging her feet._] Oh, it doesn't matter. I suppose it'll have to be Swanage, or some brisk reso
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