What's the matter? Has any one called?
THERESA.
No, but-- There! Look at that! [Producing a magnificent mass of flowers.]
MARIE.
Good Heavens! Take it to my room quickly, or papa-- But, Theresa, when the first came yesterday, weren't you told not to let any more be left?
THERESA.
I'd have sent the florist's boy away if I could, but I was up on the ladder fixing the flag, and he laid it down and was gone before I could stop him. My, my, though, they're beautiful! and if I might make a guess, the Lieutenant--
MARIE.
You may not make a guess.