[Exit.
Mlle H. So eager to avoid me. Have a care, my lord Marquis—spite of my insignificance, you may learn to rue the day you made me conscious of it.
Enter Bevannes.
And here is one on whom, if I don't very much mistake, I may rely for aid.
Bev. Upon my honor, Mademoiselle, you make quite a pretty picture—a wood nymph's reverie; sweet subject, now, for the pencil of our friend, the steward.
Mlle H. Our friend, the steward, as you term him, has loftier subjects for his pictures, either aerial or substantial.
Bev. Really!
Mlle H. And in the former quality his aspirations are sublime.
Bev. Mademoiselle, you are an entertaining person, but I never guessed a conundrum in my life.
Mlle H. In plain terms, then, this romantic gentleman aspires to create an interest in the heart of Marguerite.