Mary. We’re pretending that is Mr. Martin.
Countess. (Shaking her head) Ah, non, ça ce n’est pas M. Martin.
Mary. We’re pretending—see, pretending? Now, you see—Mr. Martin is out—see?
(Johnson exits and enters immediately.)
Countess. (Suddenly) Ah, Mr. Martin n’est pas ici! Je comprends.
Mary. Heavens, she understands, Johnson! Take her by the arm and lead her out. (Crosses L.)
Johnson. (Starting to do so as Countess rises to go out) Yes, Miss.
Countess. Attendez! A quelle heure M. Martin rentrera-t-il? (She sits again)
Johnson. Now what’s the matter? You’d better come quietly, Miss—(He takes her by the arm)
Countess. (Shaking him off) A quelle heure rentrera-t-il? (There is a blank pause. To Mary) Maintenant—faites attention à votre tour. Regardez-moi: je suis M. Martin, vous comprenez? Moi je suis M. Martin——