II
The same drawing-room. Isabel enters from the lawn in hat and gloves. The tea-table is set out, and the footman just lighting the lamp under the kettle.
Isabel. You may take the tea-things away. I never take tea.
Footman. Very good, m’m. (He hesitates.) I understood, m’m, that Mr. Oberville was to have tea?
Isabel. Mr. Oberville? But he was to arrive long ago! What time is it?
Footman. Only a quarter past five, m’m.
Isabel. A quarter past five? (She goes up to the clock.) Surely you’re mistaken? I thought it was long after six. (To herself.) I walked and walked—I must have walked too fast ... (To the Footman.) I’m going out again. When Mr. Oberville arrives please give him his tea without waiting for me. I shall not be back till dinner-time.
Footman. Very good, m’m. Here are some letters, m’m.
Isabel (glancing at them with a movement of disgust). You may send them up to my room.
Footman. I beg pardon, m’m, but one is a note from Mme. Fanfreluche, and the man who brought it is waiting for an answer.