Silvani--Very sorry, very, but could not come any sooner. I have been dressing hair since three o'clock in the afternoon. I have just left the Duchesse de W., who is going to the Ministry this evening. She sent me home in her brougham. Lisette, give me your mistress's combs, and put the curling-tongs in the fire. Madame--But, my dear Silvani, my maid's name is not Lisette. Silvani--You will understand, Madame, that if I had to remember the names of all the lady's-maids who help me, I should need six clerks instead of four. Lisette is a pretty name which suits all these young ladies very well. Lisette, show me your mistress's dress. Good. Is the ball an official one? Madame--But dress my hair, Silvani. Silvani--It is impossible for me to dress your hair, Madame, unless I know the circle in which the coiffure will be worn. (To the husband, seated in the corner.) May I beg you, Monsieur, to take another place? I wish to be able to step back, the better to judge the effect. Monsieur--Certainly, Monsieur Silvani, only too happy to be agreeable to you. (He sits down on a chair.) Madame--(hastily)--Not there, my dear, you will rumple my skirt. (The husband gets up and looks for another seat.) Take care behind you, you are stepping on my bustle. Monsieur--(turning round angrily)--Her bustle! her bustle! Madame--Now you go upsetting my pins. Silvani--May I beg a moment of immobility, Madame? Monsieur--Come, calm yourself, I will go into the drawing-room; is there a fire there? Madame--(inattentively)--But, my dear, how can you expect a fire to be in the drawing-room? Monsieur--I will go to my study, then. Madame--There is none there, either. What do you want a fire in your study for? What a singular idea! High up, you know, Silvani, and a dash of disorder, it is all the rage. Silvani--Would you allow a touch of brown under the eyes? That would enable me to idealize the coiffure. Monsieur--(impatiently)--Marie, give me my top-coat and my cap. I will walk up and down in the anteroom. (Aside.) Madame de Lyr shall pay for this. Silvani--(crimping)--I leave your ear uncovered, Madame; it would be a sin to veil it. It is like that of the Princesse de K., whose hair I dressed yesterday. Lisette, get the powder ready. Ears like yours, Madame, are not numerous. Madame--You were saying-- Silvani--Would your ear, Madame, be so modest as not to listen? Madame's hair is at length dressed. Silvani sheds a light cloud of scented powder over his work, on which he casts a lingering look of satisfaction, then bows and retires. In passing through the anteroom, he runs against Monsieur, who is walking up and down. Silvani--A thousand pardons, I have the honor to wish you good night. Monsieur--(from the depths of his turned-up collar) Good-night.