The agent of the Russian
embassy have inform' the bureau that this escaped one is a mos'
in-fay-mose robber and danger brigand."
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [quickly]. What name does the journal say he has?
MARIANO [hurriedly]. It has not to say. That is all. Will Milor' and
Madame la Comtesse excuse me? And may I take the journal? There is one
who should see it.
HAWCASTLE [indifferently]. Very well.
MARIANO. Thank you, Milor'!
[Bows hastily and hurries out up left.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [gravely, drawing back from the table.] I should
like much to know his name.
HAWCASTLE [smiling, and eating composedly]. You may be sure it isn't
Ivanoff.
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [not changing her attitude]. How can one know it is
not [pauses and speaks the name very gravely] Ivanoff?
HAWCASTLE [laughing]. He wouldn't be called an infamous brigand.
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [very gravely]. That, my friend, may be only Italian
journalism.
HAWCASTLE. Pooh! This means a highwayman--[finishes his coffee
coolly]--not--not an embezzler, Helene.
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [taking a deep breath and sinking back in her chair
with a fixed gaze]. I am glad to believe it, but I care for no more to
eat. I have some foolish feeling of unsafety. It is now two nights that
I dream of him--of Ivanoff--bad dreams for us both, my friend.
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