Louis. Suppose at the last moment it becomes necessary to hasten exceedingly—
Eloise. You mean, suppose you had to run, you'd throw away the portmanteau. [Contemptuously.] Oh, I don't doubt you'd do it!
Louis [forcing himself to look up at her cheerfully]. I dislike to leave my baggage upon the field, but in case of a rout it might be a temptation—if it were an impediment.
Anne [peremptorily]. Don't waste time. Lighten the portmanteau.
Louis. You may take out everything of mine.
Eloise. There's nothing of yours in it except your cloak. You don't suppose—
Anne. Take out that heavy brocade of mine.
Eloise. Thank you for not wishing to take out my fur-lined cloak and freezing me at sea!
Louis [gently]. Take out both the cloak and the dress.