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                       DOROTHY
                (faltering)
       Yes, my driver, where could he 
       possibly be?  
 
                   MADAME MARKFORD
                (glancing over DOROTHY's 
                 shoulder)
       Oh, there he is now.
 
                       DOROTHY
       He is—?

She turns around and is astonished to see the Cadillac limousine parked at the curb with its engine purring.

                       DOROTHY
       But that's not my…

MADAME MARKFORD keenly watches the gently smiling MAURICE approaching DOROTHY.

                   MADAME MARKFORD
       I've never seen a Nubian in the flesh.

DOROTHY looks at MAURICE warily, holding her breath, not having an idea who he is or why on earth he is approaching her.  He touches the brim of his cap, saluting her. 

                       MAURICE
       Allow me.