Mad. L. You are right, my dear Bevannes, I confess it.
Bev. Oh, there's no doubt he is, absolute perfection, the rara avis, so long sought for, found at last.
Mad. L. Laugh as you please, I positively adore him.
Bev. You'll ask me to the wedding, I hope?
Mad. L. Go along with you. Well, my child, have you persuaded that obstinate man to stay till morning?
Des. That obstinate man regrets he must go within the hour.
Alain. [without.] Go away, you troublesome little thing!
Enter Christine and Alain.
Mad. L. What's the matter?
Alain. This little girl will insist on searching the park for some gentleman she wishes to see, belonging to the Chateau.