Percy. All the more reason why you shouldn’t speak French. I warn you, I refuse to answer when you speak French.
Séraphine. All right. I tell you—(She catches sight of her father’s hat on the table) Oh!
Percy. What’s the matter?
Séraphine. Who is that gray hat?
Percy. A Frenchman left it here a moment ago.
Séraphine. (Examining the hat) Oh, c’est le chapeau de mon père!
Percy. Certainly.
Séraphine. I’m going to my room.
Percy. That’s a good idea.
(Séraphine goes out, up-stage right. Enter
Gerald, center.)