MAVOSKY _is about forty, tall, with large eyes and a pointed beard. There is a slight Russian accent in his speech and his manners have the studied spontaneity of a professional foreigner exploiting a new field. As he continues to watch_ PATRICIA _with a cynical smile, she leaves the group unobserved by the others and moves towards the low, deep chair near the fireplace_. PATRICIA _has the large features of a stage-beauty, which enhance her appearance before the footlights. Her hair is parted and coiled low on her neck. She is elegantly gowned, and carries a long, elaborate scarf which is hung across her back and held by each arm. She uses this continually to increase her instinctive plasticity. As she turns there is a serious expression upon her face, as though, for once she had been her true self._ PATRICIA (_Almost inaudibly_) George Silverton. Poor George! (_She seems to feel_ MAVOSKY’S _eyes; but again mistress of herself, turns, and smiles invitingly. Then she drapes herself artistically in the chair._ MAVOSKY _comes with the plate of macaroons, which she declines with a pretty gesture. He replaces them on the table, and, seeing no one is watching, returns to her, speaking softly as the music continues._) MAVOSKY _Quel charme!_ PATRICIA The gown or the pose? MAVOSKY Mademoiselle Tenner, in _your_ profession they are inseparable. PATRICIA We actresses belong only to each moment we act. It is _your_ profession which fastens us as we should be in the memory of others. MAVOSKY Perhaps that is why my portraits please. PATRICIA (_Bantering charmingly_) And you only take celebrities, Monsieur Mavosky. MAVOSKY I wish to go to posterity on the hem of their garments. PATRICIA (_Smiling_) Some day I may wear a gown that pleases you, eh? (_He starts to answer, but the music stops and the others applaud in perfect taste. He offers his hand in parting, as she seems to invite it._) MAVOSKY _Au revoir._ PATRICIA (_With a fascinating smile_) _Déjà?_ (_He bows far over her hand and their eyes meet with interest. As he turns away, while the others come into the room_, PATRICIA _gives a secret smile of satisfaction, as though she had obtained her intention. Then she sighs wearily, bored, as she glances at the others._ MRS. FROWDE, _the hostess is about fifty, looking forty; rather large and as self-contained as possible in her loose black tea-gown. She is a nervous woman with an apparent seriousness in her social undertakings. Her eyes are continually criticizing and her hands correcting. She has a gracious voice, and towards_ PATRICIA, _at least, a possessive protectiveness_. THE BROWN ONE _has a good profile from her chin up, but otherwise, in spite of lacing, is stout. Her tan gown makes up in elegance what it lacks in outline._