Mar. Well, why don't you go on?
Des. [Aside.] At last, [aloud.] Madame Laroque, permit me to present to you, M. Manuel, the new Steward.
Mad. Laroque rises and salutes Manuel, at the same time ringing a bell. A servant enters and goes to Manuel, taking from him a small portmanteau, which he carries off. Marguerite goes over to L. of Mad. Laroque.
Bev. Rather a stylish looking steward!
Mad. L. Why, Doctor, what does this mean? You promised a quiet, simple, steady young man, and you bring me a fine gentleman like this.
As Manuel comes down R. C., Mad'lle Helouin sees him.
Mlle. H. [Aside.] It is the Marquis de Champcey!
[Goes up to ladies.
Mad. Aubrey—Manuel—Desmarets—Bevannes—Mad. Laroque—Mademoiselle Helouin—Marguerite.
Mad. L. Pardon, sir, you are Monsieur—