Bev. I will lend you a pair of my spurs. Alain, get my spurs as you go down.
Alain. Very well, sir.
[Exit.
Mad. L. Let me entreat you, sir.
Man. I do assure you, there is nothing to fear. With your good wishes I am certain of success.
[Exit down steps.
Des. [On a terrace.] Why, here are all the servants and grooms. Quite an assemblage.
Noise—Cries of "Hold him," "Quiet, sir," "Out of the way," "Stand clear," &c.—Enter Ladies and Mlle Helouin.
Des. A nice, quiet animal. [Leans over.] Manuel, my dear boy. Sir! if you break your leg, you may mend it yourself—I won't.
Bev. [On a sofa.] Doctor, report progress. [Aside.] I'll bet a thousand francs he doesn't even mount him.