DAR. (calling without.) Baptiste.
BAP. Yes sah.
DAR. Bring me my hat.
BAP. Yes sah. (turns to get the hat; gone! his hand goes to his forehead.)
DAR. (angrily.) Baptiste!
BAP. Yes sah. (begins a nervous, fumbling search.)
DOM. (behind the mask, in a hollow voice.) Baptiste—(Baptiste looks up and as he does so, the hat flies out to him; he yells and exits running; enter Darblee, angry, just as Dominique comes forth laughing.)
DAR. Where is he?
DOM. Don’t be angry, uncle. It’s my fault that he didn’t obey you. You haven’t any time for anger any way. Isn’t Bella pretty?
DAR. Very. Tell me about Lafitte.