Leonard. [Whispers back.] To-night. Say, it was fine, wasn't it!
Jordan. Grand!
[They go out with the chairs and immediately reënter for more. They are followed in this time by a lady's maid, Tompson; she is not a young woman. As she crosses the room she stoops and picks up a faded flower which has fallen from some emblem. She goes to the window at Right, and peeps out. She turns around and looks at the others. They all speak in subdued voices.
Tompson. Jordan, what do you think—can we raise the shades now?
Jordan. Yes, of course—after they've left the house it's all over as far as we here are concerned.
[She raises both shades.
Tompson. Phew! what an odor of flowers!
[She opens one of the windows a little.
[Marie, a young, pretty, French woman, enters from the Right.
Marie. Will I help you?