Lucy. Pink paper—opened—no envelope?
Francois. Is it addressed to Miss Watson?
Lucy. Didn’t I tell you it was addressed to me?
Francois. But——
Lucy. The point is, have you found it?
Francois. Not yet, but I shall look everywhere, and ask——
Lucy. Don’t ask; there’s no need. But it must be found, so look carefully. Go over every foot of ground from where you gave us our letters this morning, to this room. It couldn’t have fallen anywhere else. Please, please hunt for it! (She goes out)
Francois. (Alone, as he returns to the table) “Hunt, hunt?” Revue Coloniale—Revue Diplomatique—Revue Archéologique——
(Enter Jeanne and Paul.)
Jeanne. (Gaily) Someone here! (To Francois) Madame de Céran——