Duchess. Well, where is your Toulonnier?
Saint-Réault. He just received a telegram.
Mme. de Céran. (Aside) That confirms the appointment. Good!—But why—? (Enter Toulonnier) Ah—At last!
All. It’s he! Ah! Ah!
(Toulonnier comes down-stage, surrounded by the company.)
Mme. de Céran. My dear Secretary General!
Saint-Réault. My dear Toulonnier!
Mme. de Céran. Well, the telegram——?
Bellac. It’s about poor Revel, is it not?
Toulonnier. (Embarrassed) Yes, about Revel.