Our plan is made. Good-night till twelve o'clock.
Lucienne (taking candle from L.).
What noise was that? It gave me such a shock!
Henri (listening).
A wainscot mouse that somehow came to grief.
Good-night.
Lucienne.
Good-night. I'm trembling like a leaf.
[Exeunt Henri and Lucienne at R. and L. doors. Each carries away candle, and the stage is now wrapped in dimness.
Enter Gaspard and Eloise from R. corridor. Gaspard follows Eloise in slow, attentive way. He wears a doublet of some dull red material, with yarn stockings and low buckled shoes. Eloise wears a dress that reaches above her ankles, and a dainty white apron, into which she occasionally thrusts both hands.]
Eloise.
I pray you, Gaspard, cease these foolish airs,
These love-sick sighs and sentimental stares.
They've thrown Madame already in a pet;
She thinks me quite too young to marry yet.