Bev. [Indicating Marguerite.] The mother of goodness.
Mar. Oh, sir.
Mad. L. But do you not agree with me?
Bev. In what?
Mad. L. That wealth is a heavy responsibility.
Bev. Doubtless. But then you have the comfort of knowing that there are always some devoted friends willing to relieve you.
Mad. L. [Rings.] But my fortune is not mine to dispose of—for my duty obliges me to preserve it for my child.
Enter Alain.
Alain, show this gentleman to his apartments—but first, you must be introduced to my father-in-law. Ask if Monsieur Laroque can see the gentleman. [Exit Alain—Manuel up stage.] And now, we will take a stroll to the conservatory. What has become of that horrid doctor? [As she rises, her shawl falls off—Manuel comes forward and assists her.] Oh! thank you, sir.
Re-enter Alain.