Séraphine. Then you must go? You will not stay longer?
Gerald. Only to the telegraph office. I’ll be back at once.
Séraphine. Oh, I am so afraid. I thought I heard the voice of Papa.
Gerald. Imagination.—I’ll be back in no time.
Séraphine. Good-bye, chéri.
Gerald. Say “Dearest!”
Séraphine. Dearest! (Séraphine goes out up-stage right, Gerald center.)
(Re-enter Percy, on tip-toe.)
Percy. Nobody here! Half-past ten, and this has got to last till midnight. (He goes up-stage and examines the train-schedules) No train from Paris till seven. Nine hours of peace and quiet. (He sits down on the stool by the desk and takes a cigar from his pocket.)
(Re-enter Cashier.)