Valet de chambre. Immediately afterward an elevator boy.

Valet (enters with an armful of clothes from the adjoining room, puts them into one of the big trunks. Knocks on the door; he straightens up). Well?—Come in!

[Enter an elevator boy.]

Boy. There's a woman downstairs wants to know if Mr. Gerardo is in.

Valet. No, he isn't in. (Exit elevator boy. Valet goes into the adjoining room, returns with another armful of clothes. Knock on the door. He lays the clothes aside and walks to the door.) Well, who's this now? (Opens the door, receives three or four large bouquets, comes forward with them and lays them carefully on the piano, then resumes packing. Another knock, he goes to the door, opens it, receives a batch of letters in all varieties of colors, comes forward and examines the addresses.) "Mr. Gerardo."—"Courtsinger Gerardo."—"Monsieur Gerardo."—"Gerardo Esq."—"To the Most Honorable Courtsinger Gerardo"—that's from the chambermaid, sure!—"Mr. Gerardo, Imperial and royal Courtsinger." (Puts the letters on a tray, then continues packing.)