[_Enter Gerardo._] GERARDO. Haven't you finished packing yet? How much longer will it take you? VALET. I'll be through in a minute, sir. GERARDO. Hurry! I still have things to do. Let me see. [_He reaches for something in a trunk._] God Almighty! Don't you know how to fold a pair of trousers? [_Taking the trousers out._] This is what you call packing! Look here! You still have something to learn from me, after all. You take the trousers like this.... You lock this up here.... Then you take hold of these buttons. Watch these buttons here, that's the important thing. Then--you pull them straight.... There.... There.... Then you fold them here.... See.... Now these trousers would keep their shape for a hundred years. VALET [_respectfully, with downcast eyes_]. You must have been a tailor once, sir. GERARDO. What! Well, not exactly.... [_He gives the trousers to the Valet._] Pack those up, but be quick about it. Now about that train. You are sure this is the last one we can take? VALET. It is the only one that gets you there in time, sir. The next train does not reach Brussels until ten o'clock. GERARDO. Well, then, we must catch this one. I will just have time to go over the second act. Unless I go over that.... Now don't let anybody.... I am out to everybody. VALET. All right, sir. There are some letters for you, sir. GERARDO. I have seen them. VALET. And flowers! GERARDO. Yes. all right. [_He takes the letters from the tray and throws them on a chair before the piano. Then he opens the letters, glances over them with beaming eyes, crumples them up and throws them under the chair._] Remember! I am out to everybody. VALET. I know, sir. [_He locks the trunks._] GERARDO. To everybody. VALET. You needn't worry, sir. [_Giving him the trunk keys._] Here are the keys, sir. GERARDO [_pocketing the keys_]. To everybody! VALET. The trunks will be taken down at once. [_He goes out._] GERARDO [_looking at his watch_]. Forty minutes. [_He pulls the score of "Tristan" from underneath the flowers on the piano and walks up and down humming._] "_Isolde! Geliebte! Bist du mein? Hab' ich dich wieder? Darf ich dich fassen?_" [_He clears his throat, strikes a chord on the piano and starts again._] "_Isolde! Geliebte! Bist du mein? Hab' ich dich wieder?..._" [_He clears his throat._] The air is dead here. [_He sings._] "_Isolde! Geliebte...._" It's oppressive here. Let's have a little fresh air. [_He goes to the window at the left and fumbles for the curtain cord._] Where is the thing? On the other side! Here! [_He pulls the cord and throws his head back with an annoyed expression when he sees Miss Coeurne._] MISS COEURNE [_in three-quarter length skirt, her blonde hair down her back, holding a bunch of red roses; she speaks with an English accent and looks straight at Gerardo_]. Oh, please don't send me away.