Poor Victor..
In between takes, Victoria is being made up and having her bun re-moussed. Hildegarde, not needed for the moment, is staving off boredom by keeping Victor company. She is trying to teach him a rhythmic hand-slapping game. He is not faring well despite his best efforts, occasionally slapping out at empty air or pawing at Hildegarde's sleeves. Upon the eleventh attempt, the elderly maid sighs in exasperation and waves Victor's hands away. "Aaaaaaah, forget it, Victor..you could never be a woman." As she lurches to her feet and hobbles off for a quick sip of water before her scene, Victor stares uncertainly off to his right. "O—kay?"