[Exit.
Man. Have I? Then I must be a greater fool than I thought.
Bev. [Aside.] Pretty close quarters. What the deuce is that governess after? And now for a little scientific pumping. [Comes down.] Ah, Monsieur Manuel, at your drawing, eh? Beautiful, beautiful, indeed.
Man. You flatter.
Bev. Not at all—but to change the subject—by the by, do, I interrupt your work?
Man. Not in the least.
Bev. Well, I was going to compliment you on the vast affection and confidence you have inspired in poor old Laroque.
Man. I believe he really has a kindly regard for me.
Bev. Regard! my dear sir—you are absolutely wound around his heart. His affection for his grand-daughter is very great, but no one has the influence over him that you have. Now, in the strictest confidence, I'm going to be very frank with you—and mark me well, you will not find it to your disadvantage hereafter, if you are equally frank with me.
Man. Really, I don't quite—