Peale. Same thing.
Rodney. What’s all this, anyhow?
Mary. She wanted to see your father, and she doesn’t speak English.
Rodney. Well, let her speak to me. Fire ahead.
Peale. Say, can you speak French?
Mary. (Surprised) Can you?
Rodney. No, but I can understand it. (Going to Countess) Fire ahead.
Countess. Eh?
Rodney. Let me see—oh, yes. Parlez.
Countess. Ah, mon Dieu—enfin, quelqu’un qui comprend Français.