Mad. A. Oh! oh!
[Weeps.
Man. It grieves me to be so abrupt, but—
Mad. A. It is not that, it is not that—but, to be thought capable of such—to be accused—oh, sir! you have cruelly misunderstood me.
[Exit, weeping.
Man. Another misunderstanding! That makes three friends I have secured this morning. One or two more of the same sort, and my business here will be soon finished.
Enter Mlle Helouin.
Man. Here comes the first misunderstanding again.
Mlle H. M. Manuel, I thought you might like to know that the Doctor has just arrived—
Man. Thank you—I'll go to him at once.