Prince Michael. I beg your pardon. I thought I saw you talking with him at the Casino last evening.
Lady Seymour. Oh, many times ! But not before my husband.
Prince Michael. But I have often seen your husband talking with him.
Lady Seymour. Frequently. But never before me.
Prince Michael. English propriety is more complicated than I had imagined.
Lady Seymour. It is respectability.
Rinaldi. [To Leonardo] I am in no humor for trifling this evening. Frankly, I am bored. You have no idea how bored I am.
Leonardo. But you are dying to tell me.
Rinaldi. Artists are such dangerous confidants. Afterward, they reveal all one's secrets to the public.
Leonardo. I am a sculptor. What secrets have you that my art could reveal to the public ? By the way, you would make an admirable Juno.
Rinaldi. You told me Minerva yesterday.
Leonardo. It may be Venus to-morrow; everything in its season.
Rinaldi. You might have worse models.
Leonardo. I defer to your authority.
Rinaldi. I warn you that I am wearing no stays; this is support à la grècque.
Leonardo. Now you are encroaching upon my domain. Only spiritual confidences, if you please.
Rinaldi. Why do you suppose that I am here this evening?
Leonardo. How should I know? Probably because you were invited to dinner by Prince Michael, like the rest of us, to celebrate the arrival of his sister, the Princess Alex-
