[continuing]
All he could answer was that he'd picked the best company in sight.
ETHEL
[annoyed, half under her breath]
Impertinent!
ALMERIC
No meanin' to it. I had him, you know, I rather think, didn't I?
[HAWCASTLE enters with MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, a number of folded [pg 043] newspapers under his arm. Simultaneously loud cheers are heard from the village and a general renewal of the commotion.]
HAWCASTLE
Disgusting uproar!