Bev. O come! I can stand a great deal, but that's rather too good.
Mlle H. But if I can prove it?
Bev. The thing is too absurd.
Mlle H. I have just parted from Madame Aubrey.
Bev. I congratulate you.
Mlle H. You jest, M. de Bevannes, but you may one day wake to find the steward rather a dangerous person. Madame Aubrey has picked up a letter of his, which was blown out of the window of his room, into the park. Would you like to see it?
Bev. Mademoiselle, I don't pretend to more virtue than my neighbors, but if I can only get at facts by reading another man's letters, I'm afraid I shall remain in ignorance.
Mlle H. Marguerite is coming. Would you like to hear the communication I have to make?
Bev. The contents of the letter?
Mlle H. No, but still a somewhat startling discovery.