Mary. I’ll do my best. Come, Marie. (Crosses to door lower R., and opens it) Bring the Countess.
Marie. Madame la comtesse, je vous montrerai le chemin——
Countess. Bien.
(Marie and Countess, chattering volubly in French, followed by Mary, exit door lower R.)
Peale. (Looking after them) Paris must be a hell of a place.
Rodney. I’ll tackle Smith for a loan of $10,000.
Peale. Will he fall?
Rodney. (Grandly) My father’s oldest friend. Why, the way I’ll handle him, ten thousand ought to be easy.
Peale. Good luck.