Won't you say good-bye to me? (She offers
her hand sweetly.)
NAPOLEON (repulsing the advance with a gesture of concentrated
rage, and opening the door to call fiercely). Giuseppe! (Louder.)
Giuseppe! (He bangs the door to, and comes to the middle of the
room. The lady goes a little way into the vineyard to avoid him.)
GIUSEPPE (appearing at the door). Excellency?
NAPOLEON. Where is that fool?
GIUSEPPE. He has had a good dinner, according to your
instructions, excellency, and is now doing me the honor to gamble
with me to pass the time.
NAPOLEON. Send him here. Bring him here. Come with him.
(Giuseppe, with unruffled readiness, hurries off. Napoleon turns
curtly to the lady, saying) I must trouble you to remain some
moments longer, madame. (He comes to the couch. She comes from
the vineyard down the opposite side of the room to the sideboard,
and posts herself there, leaning against it, watching him. He
takes the packet from the couch and deliberately buttons it
carefully into his breast pocket, looking at her meanwhile with
an expression which suggests that she will soon find out the
meaning of his proceedings, and will not like it.
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