Bev. Exactly. I do not clearly perceive why the steward must be better informed of the young lady's movements, than her mother.
Mlle H. Nor I. Yet I think it would be worth while to ask him.
Mad. L. Alain, ask Monsieur Manuel, if he will be so good as to come to me, at once.
Alain. Monsieur Manuel has also gone out on horseback, Madame, and has not yet returned.
Mlle H. Ahem!
Mad. A. Ah, ha!
Bev. And pray, at what time did he go out?
Alain. Just before Mademoiselle Marguerite, sir.
[A pause.
Mad. L. You are all marvellously silent! What do you imagine? what do you infer? Speak, if you would not drive me mad! Still silent! [To Mlle Helouin.] Mademoiselle, your looks convey some hidden meaning. [To Mad. Aubrey.] Cousin.