Rodney. Well, I hope I will, too.
Mary. Me, too.
Johnson. (Entering from door upper L.) Countess de Beou—ree—enn.
Mary. Oh, that dreadful woman again.
Countess. (Entering and coming over to Rodney. To Rodney) Vous êtes M. Martin?
Rodney. (Nods) Yes.
Countess. Ah, cher M. Martin—je suis enchantée de vous voir.
Peale. The dame’s looney.
Mary. No, she’s French.