Man. Manuel, Madame.
Mad. L. The new Steward?
Man. Yes, Madame.
Mad. L. You are quite sure?
Des. [Aside.] That's not bad.
Man. Madame!
Bev. The lady wishes to know whether you are yourself.
Man. I have always been under that impression, sir.
[Bevannes goes up.
Des. [Aside.] The conversation is becoming brilliant—I'll leave them to enjoy it.