Gisele
I'm sorry, mademoiselle. I respect you, dear—but when it comes to clothes I must say you don't know what you're talking about!
Mlle. Marchand
But what have you got against the yellow dress?
Gisele
Much too formal! It's just a little political dinner . . . papa said the men won't dress. We'll be only eight in all . . . a few antiques from the Foreign Office . . . and a couple of senators. It'll be a regular wilderness of whiskers!
Mlle. Marchand
Gisele! If you please!
Gisele
What's the matter?
Mlle. Marchand
If you're not a bit more careful in your language, you'll never get along in Rome, my dear. Please remember that you're to be very nearly an official personage there. The daughter of an ambassador is somebody. Every word of yours will be noticed and criticized, you may be sure.
