Mar. What do you mean?
Mlle H. Hush!
Alain. [To Bevannes.] Your spurs, sir.
Bev. Oh! I hope they assisted him.
Alain. Didn't want 'em sir.
Great shouting below—The ladies, who have been witnessing the ride, crowd upon the terrace, waving their handkerchiefs, and appear surrounding and congratulating Manuel as he comes on up steps.
Des. [To Bevannes.] Somebody's nose is out of joint.