MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
[excitedly]
Ah, my dear Horace Granger-Simpson! Has your sister told you?
HORACE
[radiant, but almost tearful]
She has, indeed. I assure you I'm quite overcome.
[MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, dropping his hands, laughs deprecatingly, and steps back from him.]
Really, I assure you.
HAWCASTLE
[shaking hands with him very heartily]