[half rising and bowing]
My esteemed relative is still asleep?
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
[speaking gayly, with a very slight accent, as she crosses to a chair at the table]
I trust your beautiful son has found much better employment—as our hearts would wish him to.
HAWCASTLE
He has. He's off on a canter with the little American, thank God!
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
[interjecting the word]
Bravo!