[_Bowing again._] On my side. ENID. [_Giving him her hands._] Of course, I'd defray my travelling expenses, and tips and incidentals---- VON RETTENMAYER. [_Raising her hands to his lips._] Ah!---- ENID. Not a penny of those should fall on you. [_Withdrawing her hands quickly and backing away from him._] H'sh! [_STIDULPH enters at the door on the left and again wanders to the counter._ STIDULPH. [_Taking another cigarette._] You're missing a very pretty waltz, Miss Moncreiff. ENID. [_Going to the door on the left, VON RETTENMAYER following her._] I was just saying so to the Baron. [_ENID and VON RETTENMAYER disappear. STIDULPH lights his cigarette and is leaving the counter when GABRIELLE and DE CASTRO enter at the right-hand door at the back, DE CASTRO looking exceedingly sulky._ STIDULPH. [_To GABRIELLE and DE CASTRO._] Ah, Miss Kato; ah, Sam! A pleasant party, eh? DE CASTRO. [_Shortly._] Yeth. [_STIDULPH goes out at the right-hand door at the back. DE CASTRO crosses to the left and then turns to GABRIELLE._] Dam pleathant party! GABRIELLE. [_Dolefully._] Well, don't make a scene. DE CASTRO. Thene! _I'm_ not makin' a thene. Walkin' away from me in the middle of a danthe and leavin' me thtandin' thtarin' after you like a detherted child! _You're_ makin' the thene! GABRIELLE. I'm very sorry. DE CASTRO. I'm jutht ath good a waltzther ath anyone here, and better than motht. [_Waving his arms._] If you're tired of me, announthe the fact quietly. Don't go and wipe your bootth on me in public, becauthe that hurtth my pride. GABRIELLE. [_With a little twist of her body._] I can't do more than apologise. First time I've ever done _that_ to a man. DE CASTRO. [_Coming to her, mollified._] I don't athk it, Gabth; I don't athk it. All I athk---- GABRIELLE. [_Sitting on the nearer settee in the centre._] If I'm rude, it's owing to my low spirits. I'm so shockingly low-spirited. DE CASTRO. I know you are, and I make allowanthes for yer. I repeat, all I athk---- GABRIELLE. [_Gazing at vacancy._] Mine's a strange nature. _On_ the stage, I'm liveliness itself----! DE CASTRO. A perfect little lump o' talent! I've been tellin' Carlton tho-- perthuadin' him to introduthe an extra thong for you in Act Two. GABRIELLE. [_Looking at DE CASTRO._] You have? DE CASTRO. Yeth. GABRIELLE. Did he promise to think it over? DE CASTRO. Hith exthact wordth! GABRIELLE. [_With a hollow laugh._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Resuming her former attitude._] As I was remarking, I'm a mass of inconsistency. _On_ the stage the embodiment of elfish fun---- DE CASTRO. That wath in the _Mail_. GABRIELLE. [_Nodding._] In the _Mail_. _Off_ the stage, I'm a sufferer from what's called the artistic temperature-- no-- temperament---- DE CASTRO. [_Uncomfortably, patting her shoulder._] Po' little girl; po' little girl! GABRIELLE.