(He flies, overcome with confusion, and Exit back L. 3 E.)
Margaret. Poor Everard! (she gazes pensively after him for a moment—then turns to Miss Treable again) Do not cry! I will speak to Sir Joseph; he shall see that this woman makes me unhappy.
Miss Tre. (drying her eyes) Dearest Margaret!
Margaret (looking around—sitting chair C.) Oh, how my heart beats when I find myself in his room!
Miss Tre. He is the grandest, greatest of men—
Margaret. In this morning's paper they mention his name three times. And they've his portrait in the Sketch!
Miss Tre. And so like him!
Margaret. His speech in that copyright case yesterday! His triumph!
Miss Tre. I felt you quiver as you sat beside me—
Margaret. He saw us there, I think.... As his eye swept past, I noticed a tremble in his voice. And, after that, I felt that he was speaking—for me!