PIKE. And don't you go out of it, either.
VASILI. He shall not. This way.
[The three go into the hotel. Immediately on their disappearance LADY
CREECH'S curtains are whisked aside; she pops out of the window with the
suddenness of Punch, leans far out with her head upside down, at the
risk of her neck, trying to watch them even after they have entered the
hotel. Laughter of MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY heard at left. LADY CREECH waves
her hand as if signalling in that direction and withdraws from window.]
[Enter HORACE and MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY from the garden, he carrying her
parasol and looking into her eyes. She is laughing.]
[Enter LADY CREECH from the hotel, wildly excited.]
LADY CREECH. Have you seen my brother--where is Lord Hawcastle?
HORACE. On the other side of the hotel, Lady Creech; down there on the
last terrace just as far as you can go.
[Exit LADY CREECH down left.]
HORACE. Ah, but you laugh at me, chere Comtesse!
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [gently]. It is because I cannot believe you are
always serious.
HORACE. Serious? Like a lady to her knight of old, set me some task to
prove how serious I am. [Deliriously.] Anything!
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY. Ah, gladly! Complete those odious settlement!
Overcome the resistance of this bad man who so trouble your sweet
sister!
HORACE.
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