[Sets his napkin carelessly on table and lights a Russian cigarette.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY
What is it he does with his serviette?
PIKE
[moving his chair back from the table slightly, and folding his napkin]
No, sir, you wouldn't catch me puttin' in any time in these old kingdoms unless I had to.
LADY CREECH
[loudly, to HAWCASTLE]
Hawcastle, can you tell me how much longer these persons intend to remain here listening to our conversation?
[PIKE half turns to LADY CREECH, innocently puzzled.]