COUNTESS.
Eleven forty-five, back here to rest.
No, that's wrong... eleven forty-five, conference here with the press.
ANN.
'Sweetness and decency' [she rolls her eyes].
COUNTESS.
One o'clock sharp, lunch with the Foreign Ministry.
You will wear your white lace and carry a small bouquet of (& ANN) very small pink roses.
[The Countess looks up, unimpressed. Continuing, as Ann drinks her milk from a glass]
Three-o five, presentation of a plaque. (ANN [to an imagined guest] Thank you.)
Four-ten, review special guard of * Police. (ANN. No, thank you.)
Four forty-five (ANN. How do you do?)
back here to change (ANN [becoming distressed] Charmed.)
to your uniform (ANN. So happy.) to meet the international-.
ANN [screaming at the Countess] STOP!!! [Looking away, her hair covering her face] Please stop! stop...!
