Des. [To Bevannes.] What the devil made you mention that confounded animal? You don't like the new steward, eh?
Bev. Not particularly.
Des. He's good looking.
Bev. Inconveniently.
Des. And you want his neck broken?
Bev. No. But I should like his nose put out of joint.
Mad. L. I do not think I ought to permit this.
[Noise below the terrace.
Enter Alain.
Alain. The horse is ready, sir.