MISS AMÉLIE. The hostess is especially unpleasant. And the short-hair kind, too.
MISS THÉRÈSE. Yes, but I understand that a lieutenant is coming—
MISS AMÉLIE. Well, that's good, for these artists are a lot of free traders. Hush, here is a diplomat surely.—He looks so distinguished.
[They sit on couch. Doctor Östermark comes in from the orchard; he discovers the Misses Hall and looks at them through his pince-nez.]
DR. ÖSTERMARK. I am honored, ladies. H'm, one meets so many of one's countrywomen here. Are you artists, too? You paint, I suppose?
MISS AMÉLIE. No, we don't paint.
DR. ÖSTERMARK. Oh, but just a little, perhaps. Here in Paris all ladies paint—themselves.
MISS THÉRÈSE. We don't have to.
DR. ÖSTERMARK. Oh, well, you play then?
MISS AMÉLIE. Play?