[MICHELE, laughing, immediately enters by same doors, goes rapidly to the breakfast-table and clears it. The others pay no attention to this.]
HORACE
[at steps up left]
It's not a riot—it's a revolution.
LADY CREECH
[sinking into a chair, angrily]
One of your horrid fellow-countrymen, my dear. Your Americans are really too—
ETHEL
[proudly]