The lady, now a countess rating a coronet above her bed, is attended by a variety of friends and hangers-on. The singer and the flautist have enraptured a woman identifiable as Mrs. Fox Lane, a noted impresario of fashionable drawing room concerts. The newly minted countess, whose hair is being dressed, has ears only for Counselor Silvertongue, who is arranging a tryst at a masquerade by referring to a painted screen. The boudoir is hung with erotic Old Masters paintings, with the exception of a portrait of Silvertongue, suggesting the husband’s unfamiliarity with this room.