Des. I've eaten some lunch, had the dust brushed off, and now I'm going to brush some more on.
Man. How so?
Des. Just got a letter—patient very sick—twenty miles ride there and back. Pleasant life, a doctor's.
Man. Where is it?
Des. About four miles beyond the ruins of Elfin.
Man. The ruins of Elfen.
Des. Yes; but what's the matter with you? you look feverish and queer. Anything wrong between you and the family?
Man. Why, no. But—
Des. But—what? They tell me you're quite a great man here—old Laroque can't live without you—angry because you don't spend all your evenings at the Chateau—and the ladies, without exception, are crazy about you.
Man. Pardon me—there's one important exception—Mlle Marguerite.