Bev. But my dress—
Mar. Your residence is hardly two miles from this; you can go home, dress, and be here again—all within an hour.
[Speaks to Madame Laroque.
Bev. [Aside.] This anxiety portends something. Bevannes, my boy, the chase is nearly over, for the quarry is in sight.
Mar. Nonsense, my dear mother! I will have my own way for once.
Mad. L. For once!
Mar. My carriage shall take M. de Bevannes, and bring him back. Where are all the servants? Here, some one—oh! the steward! go and order my carriage.
Mad. L. [Surprised at her tone of voice.] My dear.
Man. [Quietly rising and ringing a bell, which summons Alain, who enters.] I believe Mlle Marguerite has some orders for you.
Alain. Mademoiselle—