Bellac. Pray don’t trouble, Countess, I have the good fortune to know the way. (Aside to Lucy) Did you get my letter?
Lucy. Yes, but——
(Bellac makes a sign for her to be silent, bows and goes out, right.)
Mme. de Loudan. And now, ladies, let us adjourn and make ourselves beautiful!
Mme. Arriégo. Come!
Mme. de Céran. Come with me, Lucy.
Lucy. With pleasure, Madame!
Mme. de Loudan. In that gown? Are you not afraid of the seductive charm of this spring evening, my dear?
Lucy. Oh, I shan’t be cold!
Mme. de Loudan. You are a true daughter of the Land of Fogs! I am very much afraid of the night air!