Mad. L. That will do—leave her here.
[Exit Alain.
Bev. Now small specimen of rustic humanity, what do you want?
Mad. L. What is your name, little one?
Christine. Christine, Madame. My grandfather—
Bev. Never mind your pedigree—which of us do you want?
Mad. L. Be quiet. Well my dear?
Chris. My grandfather is very old and blind, if you please, and—and—oh! I want to see the nice, good gentleman.
Des. Bevannes, she don't want you.
Chris. The handsome gentleman.