Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour. Maugham William Somerset

      [From the bedroom.] Have you drawn the blind, Angélique?

      I will do so, miladi. [She draws the blind, and the light falls brightly on the dressing-table.] But miladi will never be able to stand it. [She looks at herself in the glass.] Oh, the light of the sun in the morning! I cannot look at myself.

      [As before.] There's no reason that you should – especially in my glass.

      But if 'is lordship is coming, miladi must let me draw the blind. Oh, it is impossible.

      Do as you're told and don't interfere.

      Lord Mereston.

      [As before.] Is that you, Charlie? You're very punctual.

      I've been walking about outside till the clock struck.

      I'm not nearly dressed, you know. I've only just had my bath.

      Must I go?

      No, of course not. You can talk to me while I'm finishing.

      All right. How are you this morning?

      I don't know. I haven't looked at myself in the glass yet. How are you?

      A 1, thanks.

      Are you looking nice?

      [Going to the glass.] I hope so. By Jove, what a strong light. You must be pretty sure of your complexion to be able to stand that.

      [Appearing.] I am.

      [Going forward eagerly.] Ah.

      Good-morning.

      [Staring at her in dismay.] Good-morning.