Mar. My poor grandfather; spite of his failing memory, he sees through the disinterestedness of our good cousin Aubrey. But those wild words, his terror at the appearance of this young man, what could that mean? Or had it any meaning? [Sees Mad. Laroque and Manuel coming in at back.] My mother—and leaning on the arm of that person!
Mad. L. Precisely my own opinion, sir, my impression exactly; this is really charming; we agree upon every point.
Man. I am flattered, Madame, to think such should be the case.
Bev. [Without.] 'Pon my honor, young ladies, I can't, I really can't!
Enter Bevannes, surrounded by ladies, exclaiming, "You must, Indeed!"
Bev. Would you believe it, Madame? Those unconscionable ladies insist on another waltz.
Mar. Oh, indeed I cannot play any more—I must finish this to-day—It is a promise—
Man. Pray do not let that inconvenience the ladies—I will play a waltz with much pleasure.
[Touches Piano.
Bev. Sir!