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HE
[_Enthusiastically_]: I shall think!
MANCINI
It is time for me to go. Consuelo, my child, you must get dressed. [_To HE._] We are lunching with Baron Regnard, a friend of mine, a banker.
CONSUELO
But I don't want to go, Daddy. Alfred says I must rehea.r.s.e to-day.
MANCINI
[_Horrified, holding up his hands_]: Child, think of me, and what a situation you put me in! I promised the Baron, the Baron expects us.
Why, it is impossible! Oh, I am in a cold sweat.
CONSUELO
Alfred says----
BEZANO
[_Drily_]: She has to work. Are you rested? Then come on.
MANCINI
But--the devil take me if I know what to make of it. Hey, Bezano, bareback rider! Are you crazy? I gave you permission for Art's sake, to exercise my daughter's talent--and you----
CONSUELO
Go along, Papa, and don't be so silly. We've got to work, haven't we?
Have lunch along with your Baron. And Daddy, you forgot to take a clean handkerchief again, and I washed two for you yesterday. Where did you put them?
MANCINI
[_Ashamed, blus.h.i.+ng_]: Why, my linen is washed by the laundress, and you, Consuelo, are still playing with toys. It is stupid! You're a chatter-box. You don't think. These gentlemen might imagine Heaven knows what. How stupid. I'm off.
CONSUELO
Do you want me to write him a little note?
MANCINI
[_Angrily_]: A little note? Your little notes would make a horse laugh!
Good-bye.
[_He goes out toying angrily with his cane. The clowns follow him respectfully, playing a funeral march. HE and_ JACKSON _laugh. The actors disappear one by one._]
CONSUELO
[_Laughing_]: Do I really write so badly? And I love so to write. Did you like my note, Alfred--or did you laugh, too?
BEZANO
[_Blus.h.i.+ng_]: No, I did not. Come on, Consuelo.
[_They go, and meet_ ZINIDA, _entering. Consuelo pa.s.ses on._]
ZINIDA
Are you going back to work, BEZANO?
BEZANO
[_Politely_]: Yes. To-day is a very bad day. How are your lions, Zinida?
I think the weather affects them.
CONSUELO
[_From the ring_]: Alfred!
ZINIDA
Yes. Some one is calling you. You'd better go. [_Alfred goes out. To_ BRIQUET] Are you finished?
BRIQUET
Right away.
JACKSON
Then good-bye till evening. Think about your costume, HE, and I shall look for some idea, too. Be here at ten to-morrow. Don't be late, or you'll get another slap. And I'll work with you.
HE
I shall not be late. [_He looks after_ JACKSON _who goes out._] Must be a nice man. All the people about you are so nice, Papa Briquet. I suppose that good-looking bareback rider is in love with Consuelo, isn't he? [_Laughs._]
ZINIDA
It's none of your business. For a newcomer you go poking your nose too far. How much does he want, Papa?
BRIQUET
Just a minute. See here HE. I don't want to make a contract with you.
HE
Just as you please. Do you know what? Don't let us talk about money. You are an honest fellow, Briquet; you will see what my work is worth to you, and then----
