Yes, that's the way with these fine folks. They fall upon one another like highwaymen. Your honour or your life! The man who survives can laugh. The man who falls--well, he falls into my arms. But, see here, getting into a duel with that fellow, that Baron Renoir--why it was nothing short of suicide! I tell you, where that man goes, no grass grows! On the turf, at the card-table, with the women--always the same story. That man shot him down like a rabbit. Oh, of course, it's always a fine thing to lay down your life for a woman. That's a phrase that---- Frau Mulbridge. Do you really think that a woman----? Kellermann. Sh! Here comes your little girl. (Daisy _enters with two vases, which she is carrying very carefully._) Frau Mulbridge. What's that you're bringing? Daisy. I stopped and filled them first. Frau Mulbridge. But you were to get a pair of lace curtains! Daisy. Oh, forgive me, mother, dear. I thought you said vases. I'll go (_Exit with the vases._) Frau Mulbridge. I don't know what's come over the child! Why, she's been such a help these days--thought of everything, wanted to do everything herself. Kellermann. A nice little girl--how old is she? Frau Mulbridge. Seventeen, her last birthday. Kellermann. Is she at school? Frau Mulbridge. She's been going to the Art Institute. She wants to teach drawing. Kellermann. I suppose the captain thought a lot of her? Frau Mulbridge. Oh, dear me, yes. She was always around him from the time that she was a mere child. They used to play together out in the yard like two little kittens! Of course, when she grew older, that sort of thing stopped. But lately, when he seemed so worried, I---- Kellermann. So he seemed worried, did he? Frau Mulbridge. Yes, indeed. I've had my suspicions for the last two months. Well, when he seemed so worried, I used to manage to send her in to him pretty often. She read aloud to him--and so on. (Daisy _enters with a couple of curtains, and a dark coat on her arm._) Kellermann. Thanks, thanks, little lady. (_Takes the curtains from her and stands on a chair under one of the mirrors._) What lovely Venetian lace! Ah, yes, every mirror comes to this sooner or later! Daisy. I'd like to get a breath of fresh air, would you mind, mother, dear? I feel so---- Frau Mulbridge. Yes, yes, dear. Go out for a little while. (Daisy _puts on her coat._) Kellermann (_in front of the other mirror_).