HORACE
Must be a mob.
[LADY CREECH, flustered and hot, enters from the hotel. She is a haughty, cross-looking woman in the sixties.]
ETHEL
[going to LADY CREECH, speaks close to her ear and loudly]
Lady Creech—dear Lady Creech—what is the trouble?
LADY CREECH
Some horrible people coming to this hotel! They've made a riot in the village.
[The noise becomes suddenly louder. MARIANO, immediately upon LADY CREECH'S entrance, appears in hotel doors, makes a quick gesture toward breakfast-table, and withdraws.]