Servant. (Announcing) Madame la baronne de Boines—Monsieur Melchior de Boines!
(Enter Mme. de Boines and Melchior.)
Baroness. (To Madame de Céran, who is about to receive her) Ah, my dear, am I in time?
Mme. de Céran. You are too late for Science, too early for Poetry! I am waiting for my poet.
Baroness. Who is he?
Mme. de Céran. An unknown.
Baroness. Young?
Mme. de Céran. I know nothing whatsoever about him, but I am assured that this is his first work. Gaiac is bringing him—you know Gaiac, of the Conservateur? They should have been here at nine. I can’t imagine what keeps them.
Baroness. I shall profit by the circumstance, for I came to see neither scholar nor poet. I came to see him, my dear: Bellac! Think of it, I’ve never met him! He is so attractive, they tell me! Princess Okolitch is quite mad about him, you know. Where is he? Oh, show him to me, Countess!
Mme. de Céran. I was just looking for him, and I—(Seeing Bellac enter with Suzanne) There!