SVENGALI. They have insulted me—me, Svengali, but we could not refuse—hein—Gecko! We could not refuse to make music while they drowned the latch-key of Litrebili in the punch-bowl. (Svengali exits with Gecko L.U.E. Madame Vinard closes curtains quickly). MRS. BAGOT Drowning his latch-key? (amazed). MADAME VINARD Ma foi, madame, this Svengali is crazy; he has the to Mrs. Bagot). oddest words; but they mean nothing. MRS. BAGOT. Drowning my son’s latch-key in a punch bowl? Thomas, do you understand? REV. BAGOT A classical phrase. I remember it is Apuleius. (closing sketch book with a snap). Or was it Petronius Arbiter? It means drinking the bridegroom’s health. (Svengali’s head appears between the curtains, he listens). MRS. BAGOT You must pardon me. But does does my son (to Madame Vinard). … … (Business for Svengali). talk freely with you his family? … MADAME VINARD. Freely? Monsieur Litrebili? (Business for Svengali). Why I knew you from his description. MRS. BAGOT. Then has he—has he never told you of a young lady, the daughter of an English clergyman, highly connected, and of his intention to conform to our wishes and marry her? (Svengali withdraws his head, after signifying that he has heard and understood). MADAME VINARD. Ma foi Monsieur Litrebili has told me many things; he has told me this and that; and no doubt he has talked of the young English miss; but really, really …
SVENGALI. They have insulted me—me, Svengali, but we could not refuse—hein—Gecko! We could not refuse to make music while they drowned the latch-key of Litrebili in the punch-bowl. (Svengali exits with Gecko L.U.E. Madame Vinard closes curtains quickly). MRS. BAGOT (amazed). Drowning his latch-key? MADAME VINARD to Mrs. Bagot). Ma foi, madame, this Svengali is crazy; he has the oddest words; but they mean nothing. MRS. BAGOT. Drowning my son’s latch-key in a punch bowl? Thomas, do you understand? REV. BAGOT (closing sketch book with a snap). A classical phrase. I remember it is Apuleius. Or was it Petronius Arbiter? It means drinking the bridegroom’s health. (Svengali’s head appears between the curtains, he listens). MRS. BAGOT (to Madame Vinard). You must pardon me. But does … does my son … (Business for Svengali). … talk freely with you his family? MADAME VINARD. Freely? Monsieur Litrebili? (Business for Svengali). Why I knew you from his description. MRS. BAGOT. Then has he—has he never told you of a young lady, the daughter of an English clergyman, highly connected, and of his intention to conform to our wishes and marry her? (Svengali withdraws his head, after signifying that he has heard and understood). MADAME VINARD. Ma foi Monsieur Litrebili has told me many things; he has told me this and that; and no doubt he has talked of the young English miss; but really, really …
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