AGNES. Non, non--tout haut.
FORTUNE. [Aloud, with a slight shrug of the shoulders.] On ze left 'and
side of ze Campo--
AGNES. Yes.
FORTUNE. In one of ze doorways between Fiorentini's and ze leetle
lamp-shop--ze--ze--h'm--ze person.
AGNES. Precisely. Depechez-vous. [FORTUNE bows and retires.] Fortune
flatters himself he is engaged in some horrid intrigue. You guess whom
I am expecting?
GERTRUDE. The Duke?
AGNES. [Ringing a bell.] I've written to him asking him to call upon me
this afternoon while Lucas is at Florian's. [Referring to her watch.]
He is to kick his heels about the Campo till I let him know I am alone.
GERTRUDE. Will he obey you?
AGNES. A week ago he was curious to see the sort of animal I am. If he
holds off now, I'll hit upon some other plan. I will come to close
quarters with him, if only for five minutes.
GERTRUDE. Good-bye. [They embrace, then walk together to the door.] You
still refuse my address?
AGNES. You bat! Didn't you see me make a note of it?
GERTRUDE. You!
AGNES. [Her hand on her heart.] Here.