You banished me ... you didn't love me ... The lamp fell
down all by itself ... Come! I'm awfully hungry, but I'll gladly go
without dinner, if you'll promise to take me with you always wherever
you go ... yes, even out in the twilight, though it makes me sad, I'll
willingly follow you there ... my nose close, close to the hem of your
dress....
SHE, (_disarmed and quite indifferent to the cataclysm_)
Do look how pretty they are!
SHE IS ILL
_A bed-room in the country-house; autumnal sunshine filters in through
closed blinds_. SHE _lies on a couch, apparently asleep, dressed in a
white woolen gown_. KIKI-THE-DEMURE _makes his toilet on a narrow
console-table_. TOBY-DOG, _on the carpet, in a sphinx-like attitude,
watches_ HER _and at the same time, is attentive to the words of his
master, who is leaving the room on tip-toe._
HE, (_in a very low voice to the two animals_)
Sh! Don't wake her. Be good. I'm going downstairs, to write.
(_He closes the door noiselessly after him_.) TOBY-DOG, (_to_
KIKI-THE-DEMURE)
What did He say?
KIKI-THE-DEMURE
I don't know. Something vague.
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