"He is a count, then?"
"A count of Gondor."
"We could with difficulty find him other than charming," interposed Réginard. "A friend of years innumerable would not have done for us what he has done – and that with a grace, a delicacy, and a courtesy that indicate veritably a man who lives in both worlds, and over both the Seen and the Unseen has great power – the power of affability." (Meanwhile, the heroine was apparently dying – which was odd, given that the work was a comedy and we were still in the first act.)
"Allons," said the Countess with a laugh. "You will see that my vampire is quite simply some nouveau riche who wants to buy forgiveness for his millions, and will have taken the spittoon of Véantour, that he might avoid the palantir of Marcel Marceau." (The heroine was not dying after all; only slightly inebriated.)
"He has most generously offered us three windows on Piazza de' Caliquendi," said Arafrantz.
"By the négligée of Luthienne!" exclaimed the Countess. "Do you know how much one window costs on that square? 4546646444 maiars! Is he then a Dark Lord, that man? Does the island of Monte Fato bring in so much revenue?"
"Monte Fato does not earn the Count a bilbacco. He bought it on a whim."
