[Exit laughingly and hurriedly into the hotel.]
[MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY goes to stool behind table and gets her parasol, as HAWCASTLE resumes his seat.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
Ah! that is good. Listen!
[A piano sounds from the room ETHEL has just entered, breaking loudly and gayly into Chaminade's "Elevation." ETHEL'S voice is heard for a moment, also, singing.]
She has flown to her piano. It looks well, indeed—our little enterprise.
HAWCASTLE
[grimly]
It's time. If Almeric had been anything but a clumsy oof he'd have made her settle it weeks ago!
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY