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THE MANAGER.Pardon, Your Highness; but I have received an urgent inquiry for rooms from an English family of importance; and I venture to ask you to let me know how long you intend to honor us with your presence.

THE PRINCESS[rising anxiously]. Oh! am I in the way?

ERMYNTRUDE[sternly]. Sit down, madam. [The Princess sits down forlornly. Ermyntrude turns imperiously to the Manager.] Her Highness will require this room for twenty minutes.

THE MANAGER.Twenty minutes!

ERMYNTRUDE.Yes: it will take fully that time to find a proper apartment in a respectable hotel.

THE MANAGER.I do not understand.

ERMYNTRUDE.You understand perfectly. How dare you offer Her Highness a room on the second floor?

THE MANAGER.But I have explained. The first floor is occupied. At least–

ERMYNTRUDE.Well? at least?

THE MANAGER.It is occupied.

ERMYNTRUDE.Don’t you dare tell Her Highness a falsehood. It is not occupied. You are saving it up for the arrival of the five-fifteen express, from which you hope to pick up some fat armaments contractor who will drink all the bad champagne in your cellar at 5 francs a bottle, and pay twice over for everything because he is in the same hotel with Her Highness, and can boast of having turned her out of the best rooms.

THE MANAGER.But Her Highness was so gracious. I did not know that Her Highness was at all particular.

ERMYNTRUDE.And you take advantage of Her Highness’s graciousness. You impose on her with your stories. You give her a room not fit for a dog. You send cold tea to her by a decayed professional person disguised as a waiter. But don’t think you can trifle with me. I am a lady’s maid; and I know the ladies’ maids and valets of all the aristocracies of Europe and all the millionaires of America. When I expose your hotel as the second-rate little hole it is, not a soul above the rank of a curate with a large family will be seen entering it. I shake its dust off my feet. Order the luggage to be taken down at once.

THE MANAGER[appealing to the Princess]. Can Your Highness believe this of me? Have I had the misfortune to offend Your Highness?

THE PRINCESS.Oh no. I am quite satisfied. Please–

ERMYNTRUDE.Is Your Highness dissatisfied with me?

THE PRINCESS[intimidated]. Oh no: please don’t think that. I only meant–

ERMYNTRUDE[to the manager]. You hear. Perhaps you think Her Highness is going to do the work of teaching you your place herself, instead of leaving it to her maid.

THE MANAGER.Oh please, mademoiselle. Believe me: our only wish is to make you perfectly comfortable. But in consequence of the war, all royal personages now practise a rigid economy, and desire us to treat them like their poorest subjects.

THE PRINCESS.Oh yes. You are quite right–

ERMYNTRUDE[interrupting]. There! Her Highness forgives you; but don’t do it again. Now go downstairs, my good man, and get that suite on the first floor ready for us. And send some proper tea. And turn on the heating apparatus until the temperature in the rooms is comfortably warm. And have hot water put in all the bedrooms–

THE MANAGER.There are basins with hot and cold taps.

ERMYNTRUDE[scornfully]. Yes: there WOULD be. Suppose we must put up with that: sinks in our rooms, and pipes that rattle and bang and guggle all over the house whenever anyone washes his hands. I know.

THE MANAGER[gallant]. You are hard to please, mademoiselle.

ERMYNTRUDE.No harder than other people. But when I’m not pleased I’m not too ladylike to say so. That’s all the difference. There is nothing more, thank you.