Mary. Oh, dear!
(Johnson enters.)
Johnson. Young Mr. Martin’s come in; he’ll be here directly.
Mary. Good Heavens! (She goes over and makes a wild sweeping gesture) Mr. Martin is out—out.
Countess. (With marked accent) Out?
Mary. (Nodding her head) Oui——
Countess. (Rapidly) Oui? Ah vous parlez Français? Je voudrais savoir si Mr. Martin est ici. Je voudrais lui parler tout de suite.
Mary. Heavens! She’s off again; let’s act it for her. Let’s see—(She points to Johnson) That is Mr. Martin.
Countess. Eh?