'Now, vat I want, said Darco, 'is just this: It is Binda's endrance. She is a leedle vat you would call distraught, not mat, but ankrished. She is very pretty, she is very bale. She stands at the door, and Raoul does not see her. She is there for vive zeconds to a tick, not more, not less vive zeconds; write it down. Enter Binda, pause, unobserved, vive zeconds. Have you got it down?